Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Stuck n the hood
N you see all the killing
Your mother get high
N you got the work nigga
You gotta supply
Or
Just do the right thing
Get her some help nigga
Don't help her get high
Cuz niggas be trifling
Just care for they self
Niggas don't care bout nobody
Shit crazy how the mf
Money make a Nigga so mf selfish
You kno ...
Like me
Nigga's ant tell me go to school
They love wen I trap
P
I was m&j
Wit some China white
Dope in my jeans
13 Teen
I was serving hella Finns
Ant have no kid life
F*cking bitch like 30 wen I was just 13
I seen the whole thing
Brothers they killing each other for Nothing
You don't kno nothing
It's f*ck your opinion
Don't tell me bout nothing
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Shootaa
Huhh
They know it's the young nigga Shootaa
I'm smelling like gas
When I walk in The building
Huh
And I stay wit the Nina
I'm 30 toting ain't no point
To keep trynna conceal It
Huh
Hold up
Bad bitty and she got me stuck up in My mother f*ckin feelings
Huh
Keep on callin and texting my Mother f*cking phone
But She know I don't wanna hear it
Bitch I'm on the race to the mother F*ckin money you better get it the Spirit
Let me know if you up on the team
I can show you some shit you never Seen
Coolin wit some niggas
That came Wit the beam
Play with me and you know
They Clearing the scene
Cuz they goin pull up
And shoot it for me
Coolin wit some niggas that's Shooting for free
Huh
Yea
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Yea
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
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Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Stuck n the hood
N you see all the killing
Your mother get high
N you got the work nigga
You gotta supply
Or
Just do the right thing
Get her some help nigga
Don't help her get high
Cuz niggas be trifling
Just care for they self
Niggas don't care bout nobody
Shit crazy how the mf
Money make a Nigga so mf selfish
You kno ...
Like me
Nigga's ant tell me go to school
They love wen I trap
P
I was m&j
Wit some China white
Dope in my jeans
13 Teen
I was serving hella Finns
Ant have no kid life
F*cking bitch like 30 wen I was just 13
I seen the whole thing
Brothers they killing each other for Nothing
You don't kno nothing
It's f*ck your opinion
Don't tell me bout nothing
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Shootaa
Huhh
They know it's the young nigga Shootaa
I'm smelling like gas
When I walk in The building
Huh
And I stay wit the Nina
I'm 30 toting ain't no point
To keep trynna conceal It
Huh
Hold up
Bad bitty and she got me stuck up in My mother f*ckin feelings
Huh
Keep on callin and texting my Mother f*cking phone
But She know I don't wanna hear it
Bitch I'm on the race to the mother F*ckin money you better get it the Spirit
Let me know if you up on the team
I can show you some shit you never Seen
Coolin wit some niggas
That came Wit the beam
Play with me and you know
They Clearing the scene
Cuz they goin pull up
And shoot it for me
Coolin wit some niggas that's Shooting for free
Huh
Yea
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Yea
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Stuck n the hood
N you see all the killing
Your mother get high
N you got the work nigga
You gotta supply
Or
Just do the right thing
Get her some help nigga
Don't help her get high
Cuz niggas be trifling
Just care for they self
Niggas don't care bout nobody
Shit crazy how the mf
Money make a Nigga so mf selfish
You kno ...
Like me
Nigga's ant tell me go to school
They love wen I trap
P
I was m&j
Wit some China white
Dope in my jeans
13 Teen
I was serving hella Finns
Ant have no kid life
F*cking bitch like 30 wen I was just 13
I seen the whole thing
Brothers they killing each other for Nothing
You don't kno nothing
It's f*ck your opinion
Don't tell me bout nothing
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Shootaa
Huhh
They know it's the young nigga Shootaa
I'm smelling like gas
When I walk in The building
Huh
And I stay wit the Nina
I'm 30 toting ain't no point
To keep trynna conceal It
Huh
Hold up
Bad bitty and she got me stuck up in My mother f*ckin feelings
Huh
Keep on callin and texting my Mother f*cking phone
But She know I don't wanna hear it
Bitch I'm on the race to the mother F*ckin money you better get it the Spirit
Let me know if you up on the team
I can show you some shit you never Seen
Coolin wit some niggas
That came Wit the beam
Play with me and you know
They Clearing the scene
Cuz they goin pull up
And shoot it for me
Coolin wit some niggas that's Shooting for free
Huh
Yea
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Yea
Public opinion
F*ck dat
Nigga We winning
Don't need your advice
Cuz n dis world we all f*cking Sinning
Yea
Rack on da tennis
My mother left
N she took all my feelings
Yea so f*ck your opinion
Bitch
Do you kno real feeling
Do you kno the real feeling
Writer: Tommie Alford
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