Before he got a gift he bought a smith n Wesson
These my confessions
I be talking to em like a reverend
I'm bout end then year wit a bang
Ain't no Christmas's where I'm from
Them babies slinging that cane
Mama said it ain't no love in these streets
I been taking different drugs just making love to the beat
All them shootouts as a kid dun turned a boy into a beast
I'm a beast now
Used to make noodles Beni hannas where we eat now
I gotta write I can't freestyle
How it's stop the violence if they not putting they piece down
Niggas say they rappers but I ain't hearing they weak sounds
Niggas cuffin bitches that only come when the weed round
If you beneficial like some feens they gon use you
Stack bread
Watch them bad bitches wanna do you
Watch who start to fade like Kobe when shit get crucial
You don't like my music suck a dick where the Bluetooth
You gotta ball hard or you play the bench
You gotta Be Santa Claus or you play the grinch
Thank god for the good days
I could touch Hollywood but I be in my hood ways
She ain't worth much she Gon f*ck me for some new jays
I don't even drink but when I do it be the dusse
Call up money wop you know he balling just like 2k
Gamble wit my life I really hustled on a Tuesday
Lotta shit could change in a New York minute
They tried to catch me slipping but I'm too stuck on my pivot
Just a baby from the trenches wit no guidance or no feelings
Ain't no Christmas tree or Christmas lights
Youngin drinkin dirty sprite
Always Having nightmares bout my parents when they used fight
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Before he got a gift he bought a smith n Wesson
These my confessions
I be talking to em like a reverend
I'm bout end then year wit a bang
Ain't no Christmas's where I'm from
Them babies slinging that cane
Mama said it ain't no love in these streets
I been taking different drugs just making love to the beat
All them shootouts as a kid dun turned a boy into a beast
I'm a beast now
Used to make noodles Beni hannas where we eat now
I gotta write I can't freestyle
How it's stop the violence if they not putting they piece down
Niggas say they rappers but I ain't hearing they weak sounds
Niggas cuffin bitches that only come when the weed round
If you beneficial like some feens they gon use you
Stack bread
Watch them bad bitches wanna do you
Watch who start to fade like Kobe when shit get crucial
You don't like my music suck a dick where the Bluetooth
You gotta ball hard or you play the bench
You gotta Be Santa Claus or you play the grinch
Thank god for the good days
I could touch Hollywood but I be in my hood ways
She ain't worth much she Gon f*ck me for some new jays
I don't even drink but when I do it be the dusse
Call up money wop you know he balling just like 2k
Gamble wit my life I really hustled on a Tuesday
Lotta shit could change in a New York minute
They tried to catch me slipping but I'm too stuck on my pivot
Just a baby from the trenches wit no guidance or no feelings
Ain't no Christmas tree or Christmas lights
Youngin drinkin dirty sprite
Always Having nightmares bout my parents when they used fight
These my confessions
I be talking to em like a reverend
I'm bout end then year wit a bang
Ain't no Christmas's where I'm from
Them babies slinging that cane
Mama said it ain't no love in these streets
I been taking different drugs just making love to the beat
All them shootouts as a kid dun turned a boy into a beast
I'm a beast now
Used to make noodles Beni hannas where we eat now
I gotta write I can't freestyle
How it's stop the violence if they not putting they piece down
Niggas say they rappers but I ain't hearing they weak sounds
Niggas cuffin bitches that only come when the weed round
If you beneficial like some feens they gon use you
Stack bread
Watch them bad bitches wanna do you
Watch who start to fade like Kobe when shit get crucial
You don't like my music suck a dick where the Bluetooth
You gotta ball hard or you play the bench
You gotta Be Santa Claus or you play the grinch
Thank god for the good days
I could touch Hollywood but I be in my hood ways
She ain't worth much she Gon f*ck me for some new jays
I don't even drink but when I do it be the dusse
Call up money wop you know he balling just like 2k
Gamble wit my life I really hustled on a Tuesday
Lotta shit could change in a New York minute
They tried to catch me slipping but I'm too stuck on my pivot
Just a baby from the trenches wit no guidance or no feelings
Ain't no Christmas tree or Christmas lights
Youngin drinkin dirty sprite
Always Having nightmares bout my parents when they used fight
Writer: Kenneth Bazemore
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