I still feel like that nigga
Niggas hate on me
I'll hate on me too
I Ain't tripping
Nah I ain't tripping dawg
Look bhags
Is clear all in my vision
If you hate
On me
That mean the money
What you missing
Shit feel like
Revenge
To the madness
Niggas
It's no end
If I see him
Even if he running
Glock still gone
Extend
No defense
I'm Forever
Not hard to comprehend
And again
I'm way to off
Man
This drink
Got me all bent
All of them
Days
When I was ah young
Nigga
Them hoes tried to play
'Memeber the days
When I got jumped
An I stood 10 tens
Couldn't shake me
F*ck ah mill
Only wanna bill
Like Jay Z
Real nigga from
The street
So the hood still
Embrace me
Damn f*ck
Heard he got slashed
On baisley
Shit to crazy
Can't move round
These streets
With yuh mind all
Lazy
Some
Of them young
Bulls playing that tight end
Other bulls
Play safety
Bad bitch
On my right hand
She just act to fastey
Then she wah Trace me
She don't I'm McGrady
I'm outta here quick
She gone text me like
We ain't speaking lately
F*ck you pay me
All of that smack talking
That shit don't faze me
Wanna know how to amaze me?
Come an eat dick
Like muh f*cking pastries
F*ck damn
Why they can't mac like
Him
F*ck damn
Jump in the jag
Like him
F*ck damnnn
Invading yuh hood
Like zim
F*ck damn
Smoke big blunts
Like lizzo
Yuh shits to skimp
North face jacket
When times get cold
Rides like 6 flags
Jumped in the ghost
You ameture flexing
Ain't been to the gym
Making calls
On the run
Like sprint
Matte black
Wip
Wid the glass all tint
Louwe shoes
They cost me ah grip
We don't connect
Girl
Just don't sync
I'm gone in a blink
Don't call for a link
Me n my gang we
Still out on the block
No time cards
But we still on the clock
That lonely star
That was under ah rock
Smelling the money
Now I ain't gone stop
1 of 1 Chanel
Jeans an socks
Leave his brain
Chop cheese in the spot
On the ground he gone
Need emmm ah doc
Paremedics
He gone need him
Alot
F*ck damn
Why they can't mac like
Him
F*ck damn
Jump in the jag
Like him
F*ck damnnn
Invading yuh hood
Like zim
F*ck damn
Smoke big blunts
Like lizzo
Yuh shits to skimp
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I still feel like that nigga
Niggas hate on me
I'll hate on me too
I Ain't tripping
Nah I ain't tripping dawg
Look bhags
Is clear all in my vision
If you hate
On me
That mean the money
What you missing
Shit feel like
Revenge
To the madness
Niggas
It's no end
If I see him
Even if he running
Glock still gone
Extend
No defense
I'm Forever
Not hard to comprehend
And again
I'm way to off
Man
This drink
Got me all bent
All of them
Days
When I was ah young
Nigga
Them hoes tried to play
'Memeber the days
When I got jumped
An I stood 10 tens
Couldn't shake me
F*ck ah mill
Only wanna bill
Like Jay Z
Real nigga from
The street
So the hood still
Embrace me
Damn f*ck
Heard he got slashed
On baisley
Shit to crazy
Can't move round
These streets
With yuh mind all
Lazy
Some
Of them young
Bulls playing that tight end
Other bulls
Play safety
Bad bitch
On my right hand
She just act to fastey
Then she wah Trace me
She don't I'm McGrady
I'm outta here quick
She gone text me like
We ain't speaking lately
F*ck you pay me
All of that smack talking
That shit don't faze me
Wanna know how to amaze me?
Come an eat dick
Like muh f*cking pastries
F*ck damn
Why they can't mac like
Him
F*ck damn
Jump in the jag
Like him
F*ck damnnn
Invading yuh hood
Like zim
F*ck damn
Smoke big blunts
Like lizzo
Yuh shits to skimp
North face jacket
When times get cold
Rides like 6 flags
Jumped in the ghost
You ameture flexing
Ain't been to the gym
Making calls
On the run
Like sprint
Matte black
Wip
Wid the glass all tint
Louwe shoes
They cost me ah grip
We don't connect
Girl
Just don't sync
I'm gone in a blink
Don't call for a link
Me n my gang we
Still out on the block
No time cards
But we still on the clock
That lonely star
That was under ah rock
Smelling the money
Now I ain't gone stop
1 of 1 Chanel
Jeans an socks
Leave his brain
Chop cheese in the spot
On the ground he gone
Need emmm ah doc
Paremedics
He gone need him
Alot
F*ck damn
Why they can't mac like
Him
F*ck damn
Jump in the jag
Like him
F*ck damnnn
Invading yuh hood
Like zim
F*ck damn
Smoke big blunts
Like lizzo
Yuh shits to skimp
Niggas hate on me
I'll hate on me too
I Ain't tripping
Nah I ain't tripping dawg
Look bhags
Is clear all in my vision
If you hate
On me
That mean the money
What you missing
Shit feel like
Revenge
To the madness
Niggas
It's no end
If I see him
Even if he running
Glock still gone
Extend
No defense
I'm Forever
Not hard to comprehend
And again
I'm way to off
Man
This drink
Got me all bent
All of them
Days
When I was ah young
Nigga
Them hoes tried to play
'Memeber the days
When I got jumped
An I stood 10 tens
Couldn't shake me
F*ck ah mill
Only wanna bill
Like Jay Z
Real nigga from
The street
So the hood still
Embrace me
Damn f*ck
Heard he got slashed
On baisley
Shit to crazy
Can't move round
These streets
With yuh mind all
Lazy
Some
Of them young
Bulls playing that tight end
Other bulls
Play safety
Bad bitch
On my right hand
She just act to fastey
Then she wah Trace me
She don't I'm McGrady
I'm outta here quick
She gone text me like
We ain't speaking lately
F*ck you pay me
All of that smack talking
That shit don't faze me
Wanna know how to amaze me?
Come an eat dick
Like muh f*cking pastries
F*ck damn
Why they can't mac like
Him
F*ck damn
Jump in the jag
Like him
F*ck damnnn
Invading yuh hood
Like zim
F*ck damn
Smoke big blunts
Like lizzo
Yuh shits to skimp
North face jacket
When times get cold
Rides like 6 flags
Jumped in the ghost
You ameture flexing
Ain't been to the gym
Making calls
On the run
Like sprint
Matte black
Wip
Wid the glass all tint
Louwe shoes
They cost me ah grip
We don't connect
Girl
Just don't sync
I'm gone in a blink
Don't call for a link
Me n my gang we
Still out on the block
No time cards
But we still on the clock
That lonely star
That was under ah rock
Smelling the money
Now I ain't gone stop
1 of 1 Chanel
Jeans an socks
Leave his brain
Chop cheese in the spot
On the ground he gone
Need emmm ah doc
Paremedics
He gone need him
Alot
F*ck damn
Why they can't mac like
Him
F*ck damn
Jump in the jag
Like him
F*ck damnnn
Invading yuh hood
Like zim
F*ck damn
Smoke big blunts
Like lizzo
Yuh shits to skimp
Writer: Akeem Smith
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