Gone off the Henny I sip don't drank, can't let no bitch get close to me
Walking straight up in the mall, so many bags bitches think I'm buying groceries
Hidden motives I don't trust em
Henny bottle in my right hand getting faded
Memories ima save em, any day can be your last night not make it
Murder weapon won't trace it
Time to turn it up a notch niggas got complacent
On my mama ima make it
Free the real demon and my niggas ain't make it
Still the nigga from the basement
Pop a perk 30 cause my heart steady aching
All these loses can't take em, tek in my system help me face what I'm facing
More money more problems, more bitches more followers
I'll give it up in a heartbeat just to have my niggas right here hanging on the block with us
You don't even know us how you rock with us
And don't call yourself my brother you ain't pop with us
These niggas ain't hard they popular
They don't care about dollars just followers
I don't even roll my weed
I don't hit a bitch missionary get on dem knees
Ima change up my speed
Ima pick it off take it to the crib like Ed reed
Take it to the crib Ed reed
Yo bitch on her knees
Ima give her what she need
She gone f*ck me for free
Cooking up late night vibes in the Stu
Came a long way from noodles eating steaks at Ruth's
Pop a bean gone take me to the roof
Never told a lie ima tell the straight truth
Pop the seal mix the wok with the juice
Tupac Tupac I got the juice
Can't trust these bitches they loose
They just popped my dog got me sipping grey goose
More money more problems, more bitches more followers
I'll give it up in a heartbeat just to have my niggas right here hanging on the block with us
You don't even know us how you rock with us
And don't call yourself my brother you ain't pop with us
These niggas ain't hard they popular
They don't care about dollars just followers
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Gone off the Henny I sip don't drank, can't let no bitch get close to me
Walking straight up in the mall, so many bags bitches think I'm buying groceries
Hidden motives I don't trust em
Henny bottle in my right hand getting faded
Memories ima save em, any day can be your last night not make it
Murder weapon won't trace it
Time to turn it up a notch niggas got complacent
On my mama ima make it
Free the real demon and my niggas ain't make it
Still the nigga from the basement
Pop a perk 30 cause my heart steady aching
All these loses can't take em, tek in my system help me face what I'm facing
More money more problems, more bitches more followers
I'll give it up in a heartbeat just to have my niggas right here hanging on the block with us
You don't even know us how you rock with us
And don't call yourself my brother you ain't pop with us
These niggas ain't hard they popular
They don't care about dollars just followers
I don't even roll my weed
I don't hit a bitch missionary get on dem knees
Ima change up my speed
Ima pick it off take it to the crib like Ed reed
Take it to the crib Ed reed
Yo bitch on her knees
Ima give her what she need
She gone f*ck me for free
Cooking up late night vibes in the Stu
Came a long way from noodles eating steaks at Ruth's
Pop a bean gone take me to the roof
Never told a lie ima tell the straight truth
Pop the seal mix the wok with the juice
Tupac Tupac I got the juice
Can't trust these bitches they loose
They just popped my dog got me sipping grey goose
More money more problems, more bitches more followers
I'll give it up in a heartbeat just to have my niggas right here hanging on the block with us
You don't even know us how you rock with us
And don't call yourself my brother you ain't pop with us
These niggas ain't hard they popular
They don't care about dollars just followers
Walking straight up in the mall, so many bags bitches think I'm buying groceries
Hidden motives I don't trust em
Henny bottle in my right hand getting faded
Memories ima save em, any day can be your last night not make it
Murder weapon won't trace it
Time to turn it up a notch niggas got complacent
On my mama ima make it
Free the real demon and my niggas ain't make it
Still the nigga from the basement
Pop a perk 30 cause my heart steady aching
All these loses can't take em, tek in my system help me face what I'm facing
More money more problems, more bitches more followers
I'll give it up in a heartbeat just to have my niggas right here hanging on the block with us
You don't even know us how you rock with us
And don't call yourself my brother you ain't pop with us
These niggas ain't hard they popular
They don't care about dollars just followers
I don't even roll my weed
I don't hit a bitch missionary get on dem knees
Ima change up my speed
Ima pick it off take it to the crib like Ed reed
Take it to the crib Ed reed
Yo bitch on her knees
Ima give her what she need
She gone f*ck me for free
Cooking up late night vibes in the Stu
Came a long way from noodles eating steaks at Ruth's
Pop a bean gone take me to the roof
Never told a lie ima tell the straight truth
Pop the seal mix the wok with the juice
Tupac Tupac I got the juice
Can't trust these bitches they loose
They just popped my dog got me sipping grey goose
More money more problems, more bitches more followers
I'll give it up in a heartbeat just to have my niggas right here hanging on the block with us
You don't even know us how you rock with us
And don't call yourself my brother you ain't pop with us
These niggas ain't hard they popular
They don't care about dollars just followers
Writer: Larry Hall
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