Yea,
That shit sound good. The organs n shit nigga...all up in yo organs and shit nigga....watch how that shit slap though!
Everyday is the same shit I ain't shit
Niggas act like they f*ck wit me but they ain't slick
Who gone tame this, can't nobody change this...and when they can't be apart of it niggas change quick...fake'n shit the homies be on that hatin' shit ...make a diss and be cryin who say he ain't a bitch...
Take a trip, spend money and then I make a grip. Know how to use it, won't lose it because I make it flip. You ain't the shit, a lick of spit or when I take a piss. I can't miss. got all hits, ain't no debatin this...I'm in a bucket like f*ck it cuz I be scrapin this, window tint disguising my angles ain't mistaking this.
Who ever lookin can find me cuz i ain't hidin. Post on fliers everywhere I'm at and I ain't lyin. God got me, beside me, afraid of dyin and what I got is inside me, that's why I made it rhymin.
Cuz that's just what it is
It' ain't much shit but look at what I did
I aint know how to do it I was kid
I Gotta get it how I live (shit) and that's just what it is....
I remember this nigga I had beef wit , called his sister a bitch and said she wasn't gone be shit. Caught me by myself this nigga tried to press me...like 10 deep I ain't think he was gone catch me...but I die for a nigga disrespect me....rather get my ass beat before I let'em check me...he was just talkin so I start walkin....we gone beat yo ass and u gone end up in a coffin I wasn't trippin, I get death threats often ...and I got niggas too they jump when Im call'em ...ain't no stallin....niggas move regardless pay and get to get u smoked cuz a young nigga ballin
Seen'em at a party can't remember how I made it, he was hella faded ask me nigga is you drankin we was coo, had a nigga really thinkin...I rather keep the peace than see how far niggas take it....when it was over, he was down the street fadin goin blow for blow wit some niggas cuz they was hatin....jumped in my car to smash out tryna shake it till a nigga pulled a gun and shot this nigga in my face true story
Cuz that's just what it is
It' ain't much shit but look at what I did
I aint know how to do it I was kid
I Gotta get it how I live (shit) and that's just what it is....
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Yea,
That shit sound good. The organs n shit nigga...all up in yo organs and shit nigga....watch how that shit slap though!
Everyday is the same shit I ain't shit
Niggas act like they f*ck wit me but they ain't slick
Who gone tame this, can't nobody change this...and when they can't be apart of it niggas change quick...fake'n shit the homies be on that hatin' shit ...make a diss and be cryin who say he ain't a bitch...
Take a trip, spend money and then I make a grip. Know how to use it, won't lose it because I make it flip. You ain't the shit, a lick of spit or when I take a piss. I can't miss. got all hits, ain't no debatin this...I'm in a bucket like f*ck it cuz I be scrapin this, window tint disguising my angles ain't mistaking this.
Who ever lookin can find me cuz i ain't hidin. Post on fliers everywhere I'm at and I ain't lyin. God got me, beside me, afraid of dyin and what I got is inside me, that's why I made it rhymin.
Cuz that's just what it is
It' ain't much shit but look at what I did
I aint know how to do it I was kid
I Gotta get it how I live (shit) and that's just what it is....
I remember this nigga I had beef wit , called his sister a bitch and said she wasn't gone be shit. Caught me by myself this nigga tried to press me...like 10 deep I ain't think he was gone catch me...but I die for a nigga disrespect me....rather get my ass beat before I let'em check me...he was just talkin so I start walkin....we gone beat yo ass and u gone end up in a coffin I wasn't trippin, I get death threats often ...and I got niggas too they jump when Im call'em ...ain't no stallin....niggas move regardless pay and get to get u smoked cuz a young nigga ballin
Seen'em at a party can't remember how I made it, he was hella faded ask me nigga is you drankin we was coo, had a nigga really thinkin...I rather keep the peace than see how far niggas take it....when it was over, he was down the street fadin goin blow for blow wit some niggas cuz they was hatin....jumped in my car to smash out tryna shake it till a nigga pulled a gun and shot this nigga in my face true story
Cuz that's just what it is
It' ain't much shit but look at what I did
I aint know how to do it I was kid
I Gotta get it how I live (shit) and that's just what it is....
That shit sound good. The organs n shit nigga...all up in yo organs and shit nigga....watch how that shit slap though!
Everyday is the same shit I ain't shit
Niggas act like they f*ck wit me but they ain't slick
Who gone tame this, can't nobody change this...and when they can't be apart of it niggas change quick...fake'n shit the homies be on that hatin' shit ...make a diss and be cryin who say he ain't a bitch...
Take a trip, spend money and then I make a grip. Know how to use it, won't lose it because I make it flip. You ain't the shit, a lick of spit or when I take a piss. I can't miss. got all hits, ain't no debatin this...I'm in a bucket like f*ck it cuz I be scrapin this, window tint disguising my angles ain't mistaking this.
Who ever lookin can find me cuz i ain't hidin. Post on fliers everywhere I'm at and I ain't lyin. God got me, beside me, afraid of dyin and what I got is inside me, that's why I made it rhymin.
Cuz that's just what it is
It' ain't much shit but look at what I did
I aint know how to do it I was kid
I Gotta get it how I live (shit) and that's just what it is....
I remember this nigga I had beef wit , called his sister a bitch and said she wasn't gone be shit. Caught me by myself this nigga tried to press me...like 10 deep I ain't think he was gone catch me...but I die for a nigga disrespect me....rather get my ass beat before I let'em check me...he was just talkin so I start walkin....we gone beat yo ass and u gone end up in a coffin I wasn't trippin, I get death threats often ...and I got niggas too they jump when Im call'em ...ain't no stallin....niggas move regardless pay and get to get u smoked cuz a young nigga ballin
Seen'em at a party can't remember how I made it, he was hella faded ask me nigga is you drankin we was coo, had a nigga really thinkin...I rather keep the peace than see how far niggas take it....when it was over, he was down the street fadin goin blow for blow wit some niggas cuz they was hatin....jumped in my car to smash out tryna shake it till a nigga pulled a gun and shot this nigga in my face true story
Cuz that's just what it is
It' ain't much shit but look at what I did
I aint know how to do it I was kid
I Gotta get it how I live (shit) and that's just what it is....
Writer: Arthur III Lea
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