Man, my life feel like a movie, how this shit keep skipping past
Rule Number One is if you catch an opp, just up that bitch and blast
I want some loyal shit, I do not want no bitch out shakin' ass
And I get hella bucks, I do not make it slow, I make it fast
Me and Trevin made IDGAF, I still don't give two f*cks
He talkin' Biggie, I'ma turn into Tupac and Hit Em' Up
When I run him down, I got a clover on my clip, this shit for luck
And I ain't worried about no diss, I heard his rap and that shit suck
And I got 37K on Spotify, on Apple Music it's 14
Tryna run up now he look like Soulja Boy, we make him lean
And girly said I wasn't gone make it, damn lil' mama let me dream
Spin his block and all you he hear is "MAMAAAAA", like AJ Green
Niggas love me at my school, they say my name all through the hall
And I got way too much to lose, can't raise a hand, I'll make a call
My brother cross you up, then put three in your face, LaMelo Ball
I throw the alley to my brother, we like Wimby and Chris Paul
And I be thuggin' all through school, be with Ke4, Ben, and Slice
Long Live Niyah, Love Live Rosa, diss on them i'll take your life
Can't keep that Drac under control, I swing that bitch from left to right
And nigga, keep on talkin' left, pull out the Glock, he talkin' right
And I got reasons to be cocky, I'm as humble as it gets
I told her she wouldn't get no dick, now this bitch keep throwin' a fit
Can't take the heat, get out the kitchen, before we burn you, where your Mitt
And I be dripped from head to toe, don't even hate, bitch, rate the fit
It's 6AM and I'm up rapping, I forgot I still had school
Nigga fake, he switched on everybody, Jhit thought he was cool
I'm gettin' popular, I will not listen, bitch, I make the rules
Niggas doubted me, I'm on the come up, now they look like fools
Nigga thinkin' they my comp, nigga no your shit be weak
These niggas claimin' that they stomp, stop the cap before I tweak
I asked a lil ho for a pic, why this bitch send me her feet
And I return the energy, ask for a pic, I sent my meat
Nigga said that I'm alright, nigga know my shit be great
Got a YN, he do not play no games, he just turned eight
And nigga think he top dog, we ran that lil dude outta state
We make him jump like HopFrog, I feel like OVO, swingin' the Drac
Shawty said I look like candy, come here girl, come get a taste
Nigga claim he tough, but we made buddy run like it's a race
And if you want the smoke, then you gon' get the smoke, I do not care about your race
Catch a opp and then we let that Pistol blow, smoking dude like we smoke Ace
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Man, my life feel like a movie, how this shit keep skipping past
Rule Number One is if you catch an opp, just up that bitch and blast
I want some loyal shit, I do not want no bitch out shakin' ass
And I get hella bucks, I do not make it slow, I make it fast
Me and Trevin made IDGAF, I still don't give two f*cks
He talkin' Biggie, I'ma turn into Tupac and Hit Em' Up
When I run him down, I got a clover on my clip, this shit for luck
And I ain't worried about no diss, I heard his rap and that shit suck
And I got 37K on Spotify, on Apple Music it's 14
Tryna run up now he look like Soulja Boy, we make him lean
And girly said I wasn't gone make it, damn lil' mama let me dream
Spin his block and all you he hear is "MAMAAAAA", like AJ Green
Niggas love me at my school, they say my name all through the hall
And I got way too much to lose, can't raise a hand, I'll make a call
My brother cross you up, then put three in your face, LaMelo Ball
I throw the alley to my brother, we like Wimby and Chris Paul
And I be thuggin' all through school, be with Ke4, Ben, and Slice
Long Live Niyah, Love Live Rosa, diss on them i'll take your life
Can't keep that Drac under control, I swing that bitch from left to right
And nigga, keep on talkin' left, pull out the Glock, he talkin' right
And I got reasons to be cocky, I'm as humble as it gets
I told her she wouldn't get no dick, now this bitch keep throwin' a fit
Can't take the heat, get out the kitchen, before we burn you, where your Mitt
And I be dripped from head to toe, don't even hate, bitch, rate the fit
It's 6AM and I'm up rapping, I forgot I still had school
Nigga fake, he switched on everybody, Jhit thought he was cool
I'm gettin' popular, I will not listen, bitch, I make the rules
Niggas doubted me, I'm on the come up, now they look like fools
Nigga thinkin' they my comp, nigga no your shit be weak
These niggas claimin' that they stomp, stop the cap before I tweak
I asked a lil ho for a pic, why this bitch send me her feet
And I return the energy, ask for a pic, I sent my meat
Nigga said that I'm alright, nigga know my shit be great
Got a YN, he do not play no games, he just turned eight
And nigga think he top dog, we ran that lil dude outta state
We make him jump like HopFrog, I feel like OVO, swingin' the Drac
Shawty said I look like candy, come here girl, come get a taste
Nigga claim he tough, but we made buddy run like it's a race
And if you want the smoke, then you gon' get the smoke, I do not care about your race
Catch a opp and then we let that Pistol blow, smoking dude like we smoke Ace
Rule Number One is if you catch an opp, just up that bitch and blast
I want some loyal shit, I do not want no bitch out shakin' ass
And I get hella bucks, I do not make it slow, I make it fast
Me and Trevin made IDGAF, I still don't give two f*cks
He talkin' Biggie, I'ma turn into Tupac and Hit Em' Up
When I run him down, I got a clover on my clip, this shit for luck
And I ain't worried about no diss, I heard his rap and that shit suck
And I got 37K on Spotify, on Apple Music it's 14
Tryna run up now he look like Soulja Boy, we make him lean
And girly said I wasn't gone make it, damn lil' mama let me dream
Spin his block and all you he hear is "MAMAAAAA", like AJ Green
Niggas love me at my school, they say my name all through the hall
And I got way too much to lose, can't raise a hand, I'll make a call
My brother cross you up, then put three in your face, LaMelo Ball
I throw the alley to my brother, we like Wimby and Chris Paul
And I be thuggin' all through school, be with Ke4, Ben, and Slice
Long Live Niyah, Love Live Rosa, diss on them i'll take your life
Can't keep that Drac under control, I swing that bitch from left to right
And nigga, keep on talkin' left, pull out the Glock, he talkin' right
And I got reasons to be cocky, I'm as humble as it gets
I told her she wouldn't get no dick, now this bitch keep throwin' a fit
Can't take the heat, get out the kitchen, before we burn you, where your Mitt
And I be dripped from head to toe, don't even hate, bitch, rate the fit
It's 6AM and I'm up rapping, I forgot I still had school
Nigga fake, he switched on everybody, Jhit thought he was cool
I'm gettin' popular, I will not listen, bitch, I make the rules
Niggas doubted me, I'm on the come up, now they look like fools
Nigga thinkin' they my comp, nigga no your shit be weak
These niggas claimin' that they stomp, stop the cap before I tweak
I asked a lil ho for a pic, why this bitch send me her feet
And I return the energy, ask for a pic, I sent my meat
Nigga said that I'm alright, nigga know my shit be great
Got a YN, he do not play no games, he just turned eight
And nigga think he top dog, we ran that lil dude outta state
We make him jump like HopFrog, I feel like OVO, swingin' the Drac
Shawty said I look like candy, come here girl, come get a taste
Nigga claim he tough, but we made buddy run like it's a race
And if you want the smoke, then you gon' get the smoke, I do not care about your race
Catch a opp and then we let that Pistol blow, smoking dude like we smoke Ace
Writer: Xavier Mills
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