1101 on the beat, man
Yeah, you my brother, how you turn me for
A treesh
It's kinda crazy, we was out here gettin breesh Gettin' fly, makin' money every week
State to state, all our pieces went BEEP
But you my brother, how the f*ck I'm supposed
To bury you
You're moms call me on the phone so I can carry you
Ya fam look at me, as fam is gettin' scared too
But they don't know that the streets don't really care for you
Two things in a world I hate, A bitch is trifling', and a nigga thats snake
I was taught to be great, you gotta learn from the greats
Stay out the way, and never let them get in your way
And when they try to watch you movement, leave them all in a daze
I've been grinding ' for some time, and I told my mama I'ma shine
If Im locked, I'd never drop a dime And I swear when you hear this, I know
You gon' feel every line Talked to God and he gave me a few signs
When I die, I'll probably wake up to seventh days
Me and God reminiscing, at the Heaven gates
He told me you gon' be the nigga they gon' emulate
And if they try to get in, you gotta infiltrate
You my homie, how you turn me for a treesh
It's kinda crazy, we was out here gettin' breesh
Gettin' fly, makin' money every week State to state , all our pieces went BEEP
But you my brother, how the f*ck I'm supposed to bury you
The moms call me on the phone so I can carry you
Ya fam look at me, as fam it's gettin' scary too
But they don't know that the streets don't really care for you
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1101 on the beat, man
Yeah, you my brother, how you turn me for
A treesh
It's kinda crazy, we was out here gettin breesh Gettin' fly, makin' money every week
State to state, all our pieces went BEEP
But you my brother, how the f*ck I'm supposed
To bury you
You're moms call me on the phone so I can carry you
Ya fam look at me, as fam is gettin' scared too
But they don't know that the streets don't really care for you
Two things in a world I hate, A bitch is trifling', and a nigga thats snake
I was taught to be great, you gotta learn from the greats
Stay out the way, and never let them get in your way
And when they try to watch you movement, leave them all in a daze
I've been grinding ' for some time, and I told my mama I'ma shine
If Im locked, I'd never drop a dime And I swear when you hear this, I know
You gon' feel every line Talked to God and he gave me a few signs
When I die, I'll probably wake up to seventh days
Me and God reminiscing, at the Heaven gates
He told me you gon' be the nigga they gon' emulate
And if they try to get in, you gotta infiltrate
You my homie, how you turn me for a treesh
It's kinda crazy, we was out here gettin' breesh
Gettin' fly, makin' money every week State to state , all our pieces went BEEP
But you my brother, how the f*ck I'm supposed to bury you
The moms call me on the phone so I can carry you
Ya fam look at me, as fam it's gettin' scary too
But they don't know that the streets don't really care for you
Yeah, you my brother, how you turn me for
A treesh
It's kinda crazy, we was out here gettin breesh Gettin' fly, makin' money every week
State to state, all our pieces went BEEP
But you my brother, how the f*ck I'm supposed
To bury you
You're moms call me on the phone so I can carry you
Ya fam look at me, as fam is gettin' scared too
But they don't know that the streets don't really care for you
Two things in a world I hate, A bitch is trifling', and a nigga thats snake
I was taught to be great, you gotta learn from the greats
Stay out the way, and never let them get in your way
And when they try to watch you movement, leave them all in a daze
I've been grinding ' for some time, and I told my mama I'ma shine
If Im locked, I'd never drop a dime And I swear when you hear this, I know
You gon' feel every line Talked to God and he gave me a few signs
When I die, I'll probably wake up to seventh days
Me and God reminiscing, at the Heaven gates
He told me you gon' be the nigga they gon' emulate
And if they try to get in, you gotta infiltrate
You my homie, how you turn me for a treesh
It's kinda crazy, we was out here gettin' breesh
Gettin' fly, makin' money every week State to state , all our pieces went BEEP
But you my brother, how the f*ck I'm supposed to bury you
The moms call me on the phone so I can carry you
Ya fam look at me, as fam it's gettin' scary too
But they don't know that the streets don't really care for you
Writer: Deshawn Moore
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