(Arctic Beats)
Yeah, nigga, I'm forever the same nigga, nigga
No matter how hard this shit get for me, nigga
I'm still on the same shit every day, nigga (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Feel like, yeah, hmm
I get a kick out of all this shit with me, nigga
Mm, come on, yeah
Yeah, ayy
I feel like fuck a nigga, I ran this shit all by myself
Yeah, I made a song called, "Help Me," nigga, but I don't need no fuckin' help
I don't take this shit for granted, my sister floor, I done slept
Whole city, they vouch for me, I hit the projects and share my wealth
Youngin was super bad growin' up, so many whoopings, mama left some welts
Shit, I'm actin' the way I'm actin' 'cause all this bullshit I done felt
Shit, I'm still mad at my cousin, made that lil' promise you could've kept
I remember this shit like yesterday, nigga them gave my cousin the belt
But it's funny how this shit change, I done gave a nigga the belt
Nigga done fucked 'round, woke that savage up, came back through with a bigger belt
Plus I got M's on the floor these days, nigga, it ain't shit to get 'em swept
But I learnt one thing myself, nigga, anybody can get the belt
I'm like damn, I miss my buz
I'm out on federal bond, them crackers say I'm trappin' Bubbs
Forever, nigga, I'm a thug, bitch, I can't give no ho no love
We don't play around, nigga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won't call that nigga my plug
I put that on my mammy, nigga, I'ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sendin' slugs
I ain't takin' a nigga serious, you only hyped up off them drugs
Whole Florida know I'll whack somethin', nigga, I ain't gotta have no mud
I was a cool nigga, but the streets done left me traumatized
We don't call 'em homicides, nigga, we call 'em mama cries
I been fucked up in the head ever since my cousin died
I been fucked up in the head ever since my bitch ain't ride
Niggas that looked up to me, they got some fame, they think they poppin' now
Left me to myself, I don't give no fuck, nigga, I'm still poppin' out
Every brand-new whip that hit the floor, nigga, I'm gon' cop it now
And just to show you I'm still gettin' money, ain't shit over here stoppin' fire
They say they was ridin' 'til the wheels fall off, but they ain't got no fuckin' tires
Niggas, they tried to ban me for thinkin' I was gon' lose my fuckin' mind
I was a real one, niggas did me dirty, they turned me fuckin' slime
I got them youngins out here slidin'
I'm like damn, I miss my buz
I'm out on federal bond, them crackers say I'm trappin' Bubbs
Forever, nigga, I'm a thug, bitch, I can't give no ho no love
We don't play around, nigga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won't call that nigga my plug
I put that on my mammy, nigga, I'ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sendin' slugs
I ain't takin' a nigga serious, you only hyped up off them drugs
Whole Florida know I'll whack somethin', nigga, I ain't gotta have no mud
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