I was there when niggas needed me
They turned my back and
Turned phony they ain't believe in me
Trips to bora bora
Bitch I'm tryna change the scenery
And I promise
These niggas ain't really who they seem to be
These niggas Stevie wonders
They ain't seeing me
Bitch I'm like my cabbage
I'm bout my reenery
I'm a boss, bitch I'll got my niggas squeeze for me
Huh, just know that ain't no deletein' me
And I don't gotta say that twice
Motivation for the youth
Better not miss that flight
Better watch your tone,
Cause the last niggas said it was on sight
I don't know what happened,
But I know he got left out at light
I been dealin' with some war scores
Got some niggas in the back that take your Head off And I been grindin', my niggas it feel Like so long Remember,
I was bummy and broke,
Now I'm a show off
War scars, war scars
Live from the Southside,
Niggas know how we comin'
War scars, war scars
And my bronem gotta glockie
Pop it out and keep dumping
Green light yeah I did it all on my own
I did this shit by myself,
I ain't even need no help,
Ran it up and got a bag,
Gotta check and went home,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas know I'm goin' Beast mode
I got my dogs,
They pay attention to the street code
Ran it up, I'm nothin', yeah, I did it by my VLONE And I don't give a f*ck what niggas sayin' until he home
I was so passed up,
Then I got my cash up
I heard you chattin', what?
Click clack, blat, what?
You ain't no city, girl, my nigga
Better not act up
And we the stars in this city, niggas that us
I'm a Southside nigga, know
I came up from that section 8,
Now I'm eating' shrimp and steak'
Right on my dinner plate.
140 on the dash, know
I'm swervin' down the interstate
And all my ops, yeah, they gon fade away
You, got somethin' to say?
Say that shit to my face
Only dealin' with the real
I can't be f*ckin' with the fake
And I be rollin' with some snakes, and
I be hangin' wit the apes
Cause I'm a tiger in the jungle,
You could see it in my face, yeah yeah
War scars, war scars
Live from the Southside,
Niggas know how we comin'
War scars, war scars
And my bronem gotta glockie
Pop it out and keep dumping
Green light yeah I did it all on my own
I did this shit by myself,
I ain't even need no help,
Ran it up and got a bag,
Gotta check and went home,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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I was there when niggas needed me
They turned my back and
Turned phony they ain't believe in me
Trips to bora bora
Bitch I'm tryna change the scenery
And I promise
These niggas ain't really who they seem to be
These niggas Stevie wonders
They ain't seeing me
Bitch I'm like my cabbage
I'm bout my reenery
I'm a boss, bitch I'll got my niggas squeeze for me
Huh, just know that ain't no deletein' me
And I don't gotta say that twice
Motivation for the youth
Better not miss that flight
Better watch your tone,
Cause the last niggas said it was on sight
I don't know what happened,
But I know he got left out at light
I been dealin' with some war scores
Got some niggas in the back that take your Head off And I been grindin', my niggas it feel Like so long Remember,
I was bummy and broke,
Now I'm a show off
War scars, war scars
Live from the Southside,
Niggas know how we comin'
War scars, war scars
And my bronem gotta glockie
Pop it out and keep dumping
Green light yeah I did it all on my own
I did this shit by myself,
I ain't even need no help,
Ran it up and got a bag,
Gotta check and went home,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas know I'm goin' Beast mode
I got my dogs,
They pay attention to the street code
Ran it up, I'm nothin', yeah, I did it by my VLONE And I don't give a f*ck what niggas sayin' until he home
I was so passed up,
Then I got my cash up
I heard you chattin', what?
Click clack, blat, what?
You ain't no city, girl, my nigga
Better not act up
And we the stars in this city, niggas that us
I'm a Southside nigga, know
I came up from that section 8,
Now I'm eating' shrimp and steak'
Right on my dinner plate.
140 on the dash, know
I'm swervin' down the interstate
And all my ops, yeah, they gon fade away
You, got somethin' to say?
Say that shit to my face
Only dealin' with the real
I can't be f*ckin' with the fake
And I be rollin' with some snakes, and
I be hangin' wit the apes
Cause I'm a tiger in the jungle,
You could see it in my face, yeah yeah
War scars, war scars
Live from the Southside,
Niggas know how we comin'
War scars, war scars
And my bronem gotta glockie
Pop it out and keep dumping
Green light yeah I did it all on my own
I did this shit by myself,
I ain't even need no help,
Ran it up and got a bag,
Gotta check and went home,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They turned my back and
Turned phony they ain't believe in me
Trips to bora bora
Bitch I'm tryna change the scenery
And I promise
These niggas ain't really who they seem to be
These niggas Stevie wonders
They ain't seeing me
Bitch I'm like my cabbage
I'm bout my reenery
I'm a boss, bitch I'll got my niggas squeeze for me
Huh, just know that ain't no deletein' me
And I don't gotta say that twice
Motivation for the youth
Better not miss that flight
Better watch your tone,
Cause the last niggas said it was on sight
I don't know what happened,
But I know he got left out at light
I been dealin' with some war scores
Got some niggas in the back that take your Head off And I been grindin', my niggas it feel Like so long Remember,
I was bummy and broke,
Now I'm a show off
War scars, war scars
Live from the Southside,
Niggas know how we comin'
War scars, war scars
And my bronem gotta glockie
Pop it out and keep dumping
Green light yeah I did it all on my own
I did this shit by myself,
I ain't even need no help,
Ran it up and got a bag,
Gotta check and went home,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas know I'm goin' Beast mode
I got my dogs,
They pay attention to the street code
Ran it up, I'm nothin', yeah, I did it by my VLONE And I don't give a f*ck what niggas sayin' until he home
I was so passed up,
Then I got my cash up
I heard you chattin', what?
Click clack, blat, what?
You ain't no city, girl, my nigga
Better not act up
And we the stars in this city, niggas that us
I'm a Southside nigga, know
I came up from that section 8,
Now I'm eating' shrimp and steak'
Right on my dinner plate.
140 on the dash, know
I'm swervin' down the interstate
And all my ops, yeah, they gon fade away
You, got somethin' to say?
Say that shit to my face
Only dealin' with the real
I can't be f*ckin' with the fake
And I be rollin' with some snakes, and
I be hangin' wit the apes
Cause I'm a tiger in the jungle,
You could see it in my face, yeah yeah
War scars, war scars
Live from the Southside,
Niggas know how we comin'
War scars, war scars
And my bronem gotta glockie
Pop it out and keep dumping
Green light yeah I did it all on my own
I did this shit by myself,
I ain't even need no help,
Ran it up and got a bag,
Gotta check and went home,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Jesu Pinckney
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