It's gon' always be like, f*ck the system
Cause I got niggas who still stuck up in em
Big bro all the way around the world, he waitin' for dismissal
When you can't see someone that you love, then you gon' really miss em
I was probably around eight years old when I first held a pistol
Now I got my own, just clean the grains it'll blow you clean like whistles
Tryna run it up and get my pockets fat just like they Lizzo
Nigga I'm official, swear to God, I'm hungry like I'm Hippos
Rest in peace to Hustle, swear to God, he'll pop you like a pimple
If only life was simple, we'd be on Island's tryna do the limbo
Missin' all my dogs, like some pets, RIP to Kimbo
Don't Ask me if I'm feelin' blessed, cause if not, what you gonna do
Got some niggas dead and some are locked, real know what I'm goin' through
I ain't gonna lie, time to time, I really catch the blues
I ain't gonna lie, when I'm pissed, I'm quick just like a fuse
Bullets shoot, doo-doo-doo, yeah, bullets, man, they infused
If my nigga shootin', know he got him, I don't need a news
Couple of my niggas gettin' locked, I know they watch my moves
Puttin' in my all into this shit, cause I can't f*ckin' lose
Tryna get it for the fam, I got so much, I gotta prove
So much stacked against me, sometimes I don't know what to go do
Niggas fake, watch for sneaks, f*ck you if you fit them shoes
I'm tryna get up out the hood, my nigga, you don't have no clue
Big bro on the phone, I want him home, man this shit's overdue
It's gon' always be like, f*ck the system
Cause I got niggas who so stuck up in them
Big bro all the way around the world, he waitin' for dismissal
When you can't see someone that you love, then you gon' really miss em
I was probably around eight years old when I first held a pistol
Now I got my own, just clean the grains, it'll blow you clean like whistles
Tryna run it up and get my pockets fat just like they Lizzo
Nigga, I'm official, swear to God, I'm hungry like I'm Hippos
Rest in peace to hustle, swear to God, he'll pop you like a pimple
Swear He'll pop you like a pimple
I swear he'll pop you like a pimple nigga
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It's gon' always be like, f*ck the system
Cause I got niggas who still stuck up in em
Big bro all the way around the world, he waitin' for dismissal
When you can't see someone that you love, then you gon' really miss em
I was probably around eight years old when I first held a pistol
Now I got my own, just clean the grains it'll blow you clean like whistles
Tryna run it up and get my pockets fat just like they Lizzo
Nigga I'm official, swear to God, I'm hungry like I'm Hippos
Rest in peace to Hustle, swear to God, he'll pop you like a pimple
If only life was simple, we'd be on Island's tryna do the limbo
Missin' all my dogs, like some pets, RIP to Kimbo
Don't Ask me if I'm feelin' blessed, cause if not, what you gonna do
Got some niggas dead and some are locked, real know what I'm goin' through
I ain't gonna lie, time to time, I really catch the blues
I ain't gonna lie, when I'm pissed, I'm quick just like a fuse
Bullets shoot, doo-doo-doo, yeah, bullets, man, they infused
If my nigga shootin', know he got him, I don't need a news
Couple of my niggas gettin' locked, I know they watch my moves
Puttin' in my all into this shit, cause I can't f*ckin' lose
Tryna get it for the fam, I got so much, I gotta prove
So much stacked against me, sometimes I don't know what to go do
Niggas fake, watch for sneaks, f*ck you if you fit them shoes
I'm tryna get up out the hood, my nigga, you don't have no clue
Big bro on the phone, I want him home, man this shit's overdue
It's gon' always be like, f*ck the system
Cause I got niggas who so stuck up in them
Big bro all the way around the world, he waitin' for dismissal
When you can't see someone that you love, then you gon' really miss em
I was probably around eight years old when I first held a pistol
Now I got my own, just clean the grains, it'll blow you clean like whistles
Tryna run it up and get my pockets fat just like they Lizzo
Nigga, I'm official, swear to God, I'm hungry like I'm Hippos
Rest in peace to hustle, swear to God, he'll pop you like a pimple
Swear He'll pop you like a pimple
I swear he'll pop you like a pimple nigga
Cause I got niggas who still stuck up in em
Big bro all the way around the world, he waitin' for dismissal
When you can't see someone that you love, then you gon' really miss em
I was probably around eight years old when I first held a pistol
Now I got my own, just clean the grains it'll blow you clean like whistles
Tryna run it up and get my pockets fat just like they Lizzo
Nigga I'm official, swear to God, I'm hungry like I'm Hippos
Rest in peace to Hustle, swear to God, he'll pop you like a pimple
If only life was simple, we'd be on Island's tryna do the limbo
Missin' all my dogs, like some pets, RIP to Kimbo
Don't Ask me if I'm feelin' blessed, cause if not, what you gonna do
Got some niggas dead and some are locked, real know what I'm goin' through
I ain't gonna lie, time to time, I really catch the blues
I ain't gonna lie, when I'm pissed, I'm quick just like a fuse
Bullets shoot, doo-doo-doo, yeah, bullets, man, they infused
If my nigga shootin', know he got him, I don't need a news
Couple of my niggas gettin' locked, I know they watch my moves
Puttin' in my all into this shit, cause I can't f*ckin' lose
Tryna get it for the fam, I got so much, I gotta prove
So much stacked against me, sometimes I don't know what to go do
Niggas fake, watch for sneaks, f*ck you if you fit them shoes
I'm tryna get up out the hood, my nigga, you don't have no clue
Big bro on the phone, I want him home, man this shit's overdue
It's gon' always be like, f*ck the system
Cause I got niggas who so stuck up in them
Big bro all the way around the world, he waitin' for dismissal
When you can't see someone that you love, then you gon' really miss em
I was probably around eight years old when I first held a pistol
Now I got my own, just clean the grains, it'll blow you clean like whistles
Tryna run it up and get my pockets fat just like they Lizzo
Nigga, I'm official, swear to God, I'm hungry like I'm Hippos
Rest in peace to hustle, swear to God, he'll pop you like a pimple
Swear He'll pop you like a pimple
I swear he'll pop you like a pimple nigga
Writer: REAL DEAL
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