Im back
It's ya boy
And im straight from the ville
I got my brosky Mobbin' in here wit me
We got Hassy in here wit me
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around me
Please somebody pray for me
I got niggas sneak dissing tryna down me
Please! somebody pray for me
Please! somebody pray for
Please! somebody pray for
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around Me
Please! somebody pray for
Thinking bout da hood got me missing the block
I get flashbacks when i see grits in the pot
Real shit niggas still grabb his hip for the glock
An think about a scale when i see a digital clock
Im on parole I don't smoke im just pissing ciroc
Me going broke is like seeing Curry missing a shot
They said damn Tana you aint gain no pounds
Cause everytime i gain a pound i be breaking'em down
Im home now you better get ya pen ya pad
And hop in the lab cause everthing you spitting is trash
I do this
For my youngins that be missing they dad
Or they mom who down bad cause she missing the glass
GOD DAMN!
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around me
Please somebody pray for me
I got niggas sneak dissing tryna down me
Please! somebody pray for me
Please! somebody pray for
Please! somebody pray for
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around Me
Please! somebody pray for
Thugging on the block with my young niggas
R.i.p to Clay that was my young hitter
I only hang around killers and them drug dealers
I can not wait for the day i meet the plug
Nigga im sick of nickling and diming im trying to get rich
I swear we need a f*cking plan
Thats what i told the click
You f*cking with that hoe please don't tell me thats ya bitch
F*ck it ima mind my business just tell me who got dem bricks
Ok, he look like he a lick
Look like he getting money
He don't give it up i know he is he aint a dummy
He can try me if he want ill leave him stiffer den a mummy
I swear i need a hundred thousand somebody need to front me ok
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around me
Please somebody pray for me
I got niggas sneak dissing tryna down me
Please! somebody pray for me
Please! somebody pray for
Please! somebody pray for
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around Me
Please! somebody pray for
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Im back
It's ya boy
And im straight from the ville
I got my brosky Mobbin' in here wit me
We got Hassy in here wit me
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around me
Please somebody pray for me
I got niggas sneak dissing tryna down me
Please! somebody pray for me
Please! somebody pray for
Please! somebody pray for
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around Me
Please! somebody pray for
Thinking bout da hood got me missing the block
I get flashbacks when i see grits in the pot
Real shit niggas still grabb his hip for the glock
An think about a scale when i see a digital clock
Im on parole I don't smoke im just pissing ciroc
Me going broke is like seeing Curry missing a shot
They said damn Tana you aint gain no pounds
Cause everytime i gain a pound i be breaking'em down
Im home now you better get ya pen ya pad
And hop in the lab cause everthing you spitting is trash
I do this
For my youngins that be missing they dad
Or they mom who down bad cause she missing the glass
GOD DAMN!
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around me
Please somebody pray for me
I got niggas sneak dissing tryna down me
Please! somebody pray for me
Please! somebody pray for
Please! somebody pray for
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around Me
Please! somebody pray for
Thugging on the block with my young niggas
R.i.p to Clay that was my young hitter
I only hang around killers and them drug dealers
I can not wait for the day i meet the plug
Nigga im sick of nickling and diming im trying to get rich
I swear we need a f*cking plan
Thats what i told the click
You f*cking with that hoe please don't tell me thats ya bitch
F*ck it ima mind my business just tell me who got dem bricks
Ok, he look like he a lick
Look like he getting money
He don't give it up i know he is he aint a dummy
He can try me if he want ill leave him stiffer den a mummy
I swear i need a hundred thousand somebody need to front me ok
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around me
Please somebody pray for me
I got niggas sneak dissing tryna down me
Please! somebody pray for me
Please! somebody pray for
Please! somebody pray for
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around Me
Please! somebody pray for
It's ya boy
And im straight from the ville
I got my brosky Mobbin' in here wit me
We got Hassy in here wit me
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around me
Please somebody pray for me
I got niggas sneak dissing tryna down me
Please! somebody pray for me
Please! somebody pray for
Please! somebody pray for
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around Me
Please! somebody pray for
Thinking bout da hood got me missing the block
I get flashbacks when i see grits in the pot
Real shit niggas still grabb his hip for the glock
An think about a scale when i see a digital clock
Im on parole I don't smoke im just pissing ciroc
Me going broke is like seeing Curry missing a shot
They said damn Tana you aint gain no pounds
Cause everytime i gain a pound i be breaking'em down
Im home now you better get ya pen ya pad
And hop in the lab cause everthing you spitting is trash
I do this
For my youngins that be missing they dad
Or they mom who down bad cause she missing the glass
GOD DAMN!
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around me
Please somebody pray for me
I got niggas sneak dissing tryna down me
Please! somebody pray for me
Please! somebody pray for
Please! somebody pray for
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around Me
Please! somebody pray for
Thugging on the block with my young niggas
R.i.p to Clay that was my young hitter
I only hang around killers and them drug dealers
I can not wait for the day i meet the plug
Nigga im sick of nickling and diming im trying to get rich
I swear we need a f*cking plan
Thats what i told the click
You f*cking with that hoe please don't tell me thats ya bitch
F*ck it ima mind my business just tell me who got dem bricks
Ok, he look like he a lick
Look like he getting money
He don't give it up i know he is he aint a dummy
He can try me if he want ill leave him stiffer den a mummy
I swear i need a hundred thousand somebody need to front me ok
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around me
Please somebody pray for me
I got niggas sneak dissing tryna down me
Please! somebody pray for me
Please! somebody pray for
Please! somebody pray for
Lord forgive me i got shooters all around Me
Please! somebody pray for
Writer: Brandon Santana
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