Shit i been blessed to see another day and sit write this rap
Remember watching niggas eating and they only left me scraps
It was this to make it out i can't be stuck up in the trap
An open target sitting waiting for niggas to get me clapped
But I ain't going Its army right behind me it get hectic
Only live once i told my shorties get reckless
Yeah i got some patience but you stupid if you test it
Niggas think it's sweet I'll make him leave the earth a diabetic
Say you gang but can not hang you understand this a commitment
Don't let these little games fool and have you thinking you wit it
Cause then when it get time to go and slide and raise that semi
You start crying about that time that you gon Get Then tell Lieutenants
Man I'm tired of all that lying just be cool and go live happily
Before you do some shit think bout the future of yo family
Cause this shit ain't a joke no gta it aint game
You say you cj but whole time you og loc in the reality
When it come to my issues i need revenge to get even
My homies and my peers they look at me like nick you tweakin
Ain't my fault them niggas knew that they was f*ckin wit a demon
All you gon Hear next is 30s clapping screams and tires screeching
If we beefing aint no tweakin you that cold then drop the addy
And niggas they be reaching leeching off me that shit tacky
And bitches fiending For me i Just leave 'em they ain't classy
It's a baddy flip ha over in that caddy like she gabby
Drop em off they like a habit
I got the game on lock and when i Drop they claim that it aint fair
But when i was down bad and on my ass they wasn't there
I was promoting on my own to reach my goals they didn't care
So when i Came Back i start snapping stayed aware and stayed prepared
You don't know what real nigga is till come to me to get the definition
Subtract niggas to stack bread its only right i Do addition
Niggas try to block my shine i cut em off I'm on a mission
They don't like i got ambition they don't see my kinda vision
I was overlooked and underestimated treat me like a regular
Now i got the belt and I'm the target like a wrestler
Ain't nobody in my local neighborhood i call competitors
Cause I'm the reason niggas even rapping just the messenger
Put my heart in every word when i record up in a session
Remember nights i couldn't sleep i was torn down from the depression
Made a lot of people shush and now I'm a force to be reckoned
Remember when i turned 15 my sister told me I'm legend
Won't forget it
This is GODS GIFT
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Shit i been blessed to see another day and sit write this rap
Remember watching niggas eating and they only left me scraps
It was this to make it out i can't be stuck up in the trap
An open target sitting waiting for niggas to get me clapped
But I ain't going Its army right behind me it get hectic
Only live once i told my shorties get reckless
Yeah i got some patience but you stupid if you test it
Niggas think it's sweet I'll make him leave the earth a diabetic
Say you gang but can not hang you understand this a commitment
Don't let these little games fool and have you thinking you wit it
Cause then when it get time to go and slide and raise that semi
You start crying about that time that you gon Get Then tell Lieutenants
Man I'm tired of all that lying just be cool and go live happily
Before you do some shit think bout the future of yo family
Cause this shit ain't a joke no gta it aint game
You say you cj but whole time you og loc in the reality
When it come to my issues i need revenge to get even
My homies and my peers they look at me like nick you tweakin
Ain't my fault them niggas knew that they was f*ckin wit a demon
All you gon Hear next is 30s clapping screams and tires screeching
If we beefing aint no tweakin you that cold then drop the addy
And niggas they be reaching leeching off me that shit tacky
And bitches fiending For me i Just leave 'em they ain't classy
It's a baddy flip ha over in that caddy like she gabby
Drop em off they like a habit
I got the game on lock and when i Drop they claim that it aint fair
But when i was down bad and on my ass they wasn't there
I was promoting on my own to reach my goals they didn't care
So when i Came Back i start snapping stayed aware and stayed prepared
You don't know what real nigga is till come to me to get the definition
Subtract niggas to stack bread its only right i Do addition
Niggas try to block my shine i cut em off I'm on a mission
They don't like i got ambition they don't see my kinda vision
I was overlooked and underestimated treat me like a regular
Now i got the belt and I'm the target like a wrestler
Ain't nobody in my local neighborhood i call competitors
Cause I'm the reason niggas even rapping just the messenger
Put my heart in every word when i record up in a session
Remember nights i couldn't sleep i was torn down from the depression
Made a lot of people shush and now I'm a force to be reckoned
Remember when i turned 15 my sister told me I'm legend
Won't forget it
This is GODS GIFT
Remember watching niggas eating and they only left me scraps
It was this to make it out i can't be stuck up in the trap
An open target sitting waiting for niggas to get me clapped
But I ain't going Its army right behind me it get hectic
Only live once i told my shorties get reckless
Yeah i got some patience but you stupid if you test it
Niggas think it's sweet I'll make him leave the earth a diabetic
Say you gang but can not hang you understand this a commitment
Don't let these little games fool and have you thinking you wit it
Cause then when it get time to go and slide and raise that semi
You start crying about that time that you gon Get Then tell Lieutenants
Man I'm tired of all that lying just be cool and go live happily
Before you do some shit think bout the future of yo family
Cause this shit ain't a joke no gta it aint game
You say you cj but whole time you og loc in the reality
When it come to my issues i need revenge to get even
My homies and my peers they look at me like nick you tweakin
Ain't my fault them niggas knew that they was f*ckin wit a demon
All you gon Hear next is 30s clapping screams and tires screeching
If we beefing aint no tweakin you that cold then drop the addy
And niggas they be reaching leeching off me that shit tacky
And bitches fiending For me i Just leave 'em they ain't classy
It's a baddy flip ha over in that caddy like she gabby
Drop em off they like a habit
I got the game on lock and when i Drop they claim that it aint fair
But when i was down bad and on my ass they wasn't there
I was promoting on my own to reach my goals they didn't care
So when i Came Back i start snapping stayed aware and stayed prepared
You don't know what real nigga is till come to me to get the definition
Subtract niggas to stack bread its only right i Do addition
Niggas try to block my shine i cut em off I'm on a mission
They don't like i got ambition they don't see my kinda vision
I was overlooked and underestimated treat me like a regular
Now i got the belt and I'm the target like a wrestler
Ain't nobody in my local neighborhood i call competitors
Cause I'm the reason niggas even rapping just the messenger
Put my heart in every word when i record up in a session
Remember nights i couldn't sleep i was torn down from the depression
Made a lot of people shush and now I'm a force to be reckoned
Remember when i turned 15 my sister told me I'm legend
Won't forget it
This is GODS GIFT
Writer: Dominic Redmond
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