Yesterday got backstabbed
By someone
Who was close to me
If it's real
He'll look me in my eyes
When he spoke to me
Stumble with yo words
Cause they lies
Gotta be joking me
They don't want no
Smoke with me
Sour D and potpourri
Get high
Till we fall asleep
Good dick
In her ovaries
Gabby got tossed
And start f*cking
For a quarter piece
Kayla got tossed
And kept f*cking
She was for the freak
Dope got lost
We kept hustling
I was for the streets
I just wanna four door
Porsche for myself
Something nice to keep
My mind off of death
Old lady mrs green
Died from cancer in her breast
Mr green took his life
So he could see his wife again
That love scary
Black love heavy
Still smoking crack while
That girl pregnant
Heavy is the message
To the adolescences
Who think a bust down Rollie
Means you successful
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Now everybody gang gang
Holding up a pistol
Start praying more
If you seen with the devil
F*ck when she bored
She be bored like whenever
Practice makes perfect
So I practice for the better
Lord I'm on my knees
This shit hard I want give up
Back against the wall
Doing push ups with the sit ups
You can't save money
If you throwing ones in pin ups
Told my dawg chill
We gone make it
He want let up
Got pulled coming back
Without the pack
Now he in lock up
Loyalty is precious
Every second
You ain't got none
If you every wrote
While I was on state
Blessings
Ma I got yo back
I hate to see you stressing
So I'm a put it all
On my shoulders
For the moment
Bring the money home
To the family
Let em hold it
If you stayed around
While I was down
You my homie
You ain't gotta ask
Or pat me down
Cause it's on me
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
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Yesterday got backstabbed
By someone
Who was close to me
If it's real
He'll look me in my eyes
When he spoke to me
Stumble with yo words
Cause they lies
Gotta be joking me
They don't want no
Smoke with me
Sour D and potpourri
Get high
Till we fall asleep
Good dick
In her ovaries
Gabby got tossed
And start f*cking
For a quarter piece
Kayla got tossed
And kept f*cking
She was for the freak
Dope got lost
We kept hustling
I was for the streets
I just wanna four door
Porsche for myself
Something nice to keep
My mind off of death
Old lady mrs green
Died from cancer in her breast
Mr green took his life
So he could see his wife again
That love scary
Black love heavy
Still smoking crack while
That girl pregnant
Heavy is the message
To the adolescences
Who think a bust down Rollie
Means you successful
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Now everybody gang gang
Holding up a pistol
Start praying more
If you seen with the devil
F*ck when she bored
She be bored like whenever
Practice makes perfect
So I practice for the better
Lord I'm on my knees
This shit hard I want give up
Back against the wall
Doing push ups with the sit ups
You can't save money
If you throwing ones in pin ups
Told my dawg chill
We gone make it
He want let up
Got pulled coming back
Without the pack
Now he in lock up
Loyalty is precious
Every second
You ain't got none
If you every wrote
While I was on state
Blessings
Ma I got yo back
I hate to see you stressing
So I'm a put it all
On my shoulders
For the moment
Bring the money home
To the family
Let em hold it
If you stayed around
While I was down
You my homie
You ain't gotta ask
Or pat me down
Cause it's on me
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
By someone
Who was close to me
If it's real
He'll look me in my eyes
When he spoke to me
Stumble with yo words
Cause they lies
Gotta be joking me
They don't want no
Smoke with me
Sour D and potpourri
Get high
Till we fall asleep
Good dick
In her ovaries
Gabby got tossed
And start f*cking
For a quarter piece
Kayla got tossed
And kept f*cking
She was for the freak
Dope got lost
We kept hustling
I was for the streets
I just wanna four door
Porsche for myself
Something nice to keep
My mind off of death
Old lady mrs green
Died from cancer in her breast
Mr green took his life
So he could see his wife again
That love scary
Black love heavy
Still smoking crack while
That girl pregnant
Heavy is the message
To the adolescences
Who think a bust down Rollie
Means you successful
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Now everybody gang gang
Holding up a pistol
Start praying more
If you seen with the devil
F*ck when she bored
She be bored like whenever
Practice makes perfect
So I practice for the better
Lord I'm on my knees
This shit hard I want give up
Back against the wall
Doing push ups with the sit ups
You can't save money
If you throwing ones in pin ups
Told my dawg chill
We gone make it
He want let up
Got pulled coming back
Without the pack
Now he in lock up
Loyalty is precious
Every second
You ain't got none
If you every wrote
While I was on state
Blessings
Ma I got yo back
I hate to see you stressing
So I'm a put it all
On my shoulders
For the moment
Bring the money home
To the family
Let em hold it
If you stayed around
While I was down
You my homie
You ain't gotta ask
Or pat me down
Cause it's on me
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Wholesales help you double yo fetty
If the numbers add up
They gone need you like credit
If it don't add up
We gone see you don't sweat it
Writer: Clyde Turner
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