Book me mane I need a large amount
So much money I don't wanna count
Hoes want me cause I'm poppin now
Bitch you don't love me u just want the clout
40 on me then I walk around
Know these Pussy niggas wanna gun me down
Don't ask me bout em if they not around
Sucker niggas we don't talk about
Lotta shit I don't talk about cause a lotta shit bring pain
Know a lotta people I was all about put dirt all on my name
Ain't no dick riding or shortcuts standing firm on my name
Mike Caesar, Siphova, Republic Shit on gang
Travel the world with my girl and that bag
Don't hit my line if it ain't bout that sack
Connect way out west bought 10 shows for a 100/ me n Tru matching rollies
I feel like Rick flair
I think I'm a don mane sump tony soprano
Bipolar and rugged got bitches and ammo
My lil bro name Wookie, I meant to say rambo
Resprect I demand, if not I go Rambo
Shoot this bitch up, look at you like lil nigga what; yeah throw my shit up
This County bidness; I got that shit straight out the mud; flipped it and ran that shit up
My shit was dirty, they quick to bring up the past, like that's gone keep me off yo ass
You see what I got? Boy who give a f*ck what you had. Big homie gone get to that bag
Keep me a bad, keep me some loud in a sack, keep me a strap
Some shit that gone sound like a band
I risked it all for the cash, lost a lot, still hurt but yeah
I can't deny, I made mistakes I regret
Too late to fix em I guess f*ck my I miss yous I guess, took that on the chest,
Roll up a pound of the best
You got it wrong. I don't smoke for cool points my friend.
Smoking relieve all my stress.
I got real demons in head.
My daddy dead. My bro shot himself in the head.
My aunt baldy died, till this day of hospital I'm scared. Plus my nightmares.
See what I'm saying? Don't gossip, keep me in yo prayers.
Real nigga kno just how to play it.
Yeah, quote me on that; real niggas know just how to play it.
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Book me mane I need a large amount
So much money I don't wanna count
Hoes want me cause I'm poppin now
Bitch you don't love me u just want the clout
40 on me then I walk around
Know these Pussy niggas wanna gun me down
Don't ask me bout em if they not around
Sucker niggas we don't talk about
Lotta shit I don't talk about cause a lotta shit bring pain
Know a lotta people I was all about put dirt all on my name
Ain't no dick riding or shortcuts standing firm on my name
Mike Caesar, Siphova, Republic Shit on gang
Travel the world with my girl and that bag
Don't hit my line if it ain't bout that sack
Connect way out west bought 10 shows for a 100/ me n Tru matching rollies
I feel like Rick flair
I think I'm a don mane sump tony soprano
Bipolar and rugged got bitches and ammo
My lil bro name Wookie, I meant to say rambo
Resprect I demand, if not I go Rambo
Shoot this bitch up, look at you like lil nigga what; yeah throw my shit up
This County bidness; I got that shit straight out the mud; flipped it and ran that shit up
My shit was dirty, they quick to bring up the past, like that's gone keep me off yo ass
You see what I got? Boy who give a f*ck what you had. Big homie gone get to that bag
Keep me a bad, keep me some loud in a sack, keep me a strap
Some shit that gone sound like a band
I risked it all for the cash, lost a lot, still hurt but yeah
I can't deny, I made mistakes I regret
Too late to fix em I guess f*ck my I miss yous I guess, took that on the chest,
Roll up a pound of the best
You got it wrong. I don't smoke for cool points my friend.
Smoking relieve all my stress.
I got real demons in head.
My daddy dead. My bro shot himself in the head.
My aunt baldy died, till this day of hospital I'm scared. Plus my nightmares.
See what I'm saying? Don't gossip, keep me in yo prayers.
Real nigga kno just how to play it.
Yeah, quote me on that; real niggas know just how to play it.
So much money I don't wanna count
Hoes want me cause I'm poppin now
Bitch you don't love me u just want the clout
40 on me then I walk around
Know these Pussy niggas wanna gun me down
Don't ask me bout em if they not around
Sucker niggas we don't talk about
Lotta shit I don't talk about cause a lotta shit bring pain
Know a lotta people I was all about put dirt all on my name
Ain't no dick riding or shortcuts standing firm on my name
Mike Caesar, Siphova, Republic Shit on gang
Travel the world with my girl and that bag
Don't hit my line if it ain't bout that sack
Connect way out west bought 10 shows for a 100/ me n Tru matching rollies
I feel like Rick flair
I think I'm a don mane sump tony soprano
Bipolar and rugged got bitches and ammo
My lil bro name Wookie, I meant to say rambo
Resprect I demand, if not I go Rambo
Shoot this bitch up, look at you like lil nigga what; yeah throw my shit up
This County bidness; I got that shit straight out the mud; flipped it and ran that shit up
My shit was dirty, they quick to bring up the past, like that's gone keep me off yo ass
You see what I got? Boy who give a f*ck what you had. Big homie gone get to that bag
Keep me a bad, keep me some loud in a sack, keep me a strap
Some shit that gone sound like a band
I risked it all for the cash, lost a lot, still hurt but yeah
I can't deny, I made mistakes I regret
Too late to fix em I guess f*ck my I miss yous I guess, took that on the chest,
Roll up a pound of the best
You got it wrong. I don't smoke for cool points my friend.
Smoking relieve all my stress.
I got real demons in head.
My daddy dead. My bro shot himself in the head.
My aunt baldy died, till this day of hospital I'm scared. Plus my nightmares.
See what I'm saying? Don't gossip, keep me in yo prayers.
Real nigga kno just how to play it.
Yeah, quote me on that; real niggas know just how to play it.