I lost so many niggas to this war
I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)
I don't even wanna f*ckin speak no more
I'm in these streets don't give a f*ck about a deal
Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed
F*ck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal
In that muddy water I was baptized
I'm giving you my story ion rap lies
My niggas gang bang and let straps ride
Same thing we was doing right before trap died
Since then he don't move without a strap on em
F*ckin pigs shooting anything with black on em
Could've just locked Pop instead he clapped on em
Then IB got snatched up and guess who packed on em
The same niggas that he would've gave his last to blast for
Niggas that he would've shown his stash to
Watch for them niggas who bottle poppin and dap you
And turn into a ghost when them dollars drop to they last few
One shot'll knock em down f*ck it send more rounds
I know ya type, statement writing soon as shit go down
I see right through you pussy niggas like a glass door
How you a gangsta and a rat Donnie Brasco
I lost so many niggas to this war
I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)
I don't even wanna f*ckin speak no more
I'm in these streets don't give a f*ck about a deal
Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed
F*ck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal
It's too late to apologize , Timbaland told em
That shit you did was ill advised now you want closure
Well f*ck you and your reasons why should've known better
Funny thing about when people cry you thought that you was clever
You know me that tall dark dude
They counted me out but bitch this part two
What the f*ck you thought fool, go across your head with a barstool
Don't gas em up get left on E, I pray y'all carpool
Talking either sex yo name get exed what's next? They come an off you
F*ck how you feel, and what you hear that shit ain't real
I done lost so many niggas give me chills
Looking for a thrill this shit ain't no game betta keep yo steal
Real life call of duty left with a halo this the battlefield bitch
Everything you do only sustainable as you
Better watch yo crew, what gets yo attention gone get you
Hoe be quiet you speak another word yo ass through
I'm too solid
Keep it Bloody but I like my cash blue
I lost so many niggas to this war
I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)
I don't even wanna f*ckin speak no more
I'm in these streets don't give a f*ck about a deal
Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed
F*ck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal
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I lost so many niggas to this war
I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)
I don't even wanna f*ckin speak no more
I'm in these streets don't give a f*ck about a deal
Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed
F*ck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal
In that muddy water I was baptized
I'm giving you my story ion rap lies
My niggas gang bang and let straps ride
Same thing we was doing right before trap died
Since then he don't move without a strap on em
F*ckin pigs shooting anything with black on em
Could've just locked Pop instead he clapped on em
Then IB got snatched up and guess who packed on em
The same niggas that he would've gave his last to blast for
Niggas that he would've shown his stash to
Watch for them niggas who bottle poppin and dap you
And turn into a ghost when them dollars drop to they last few
One shot'll knock em down f*ck it send more rounds
I know ya type, statement writing soon as shit go down
I see right through you pussy niggas like a glass door
How you a gangsta and a rat Donnie Brasco
I lost so many niggas to this war
I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)
I don't even wanna f*ckin speak no more
I'm in these streets don't give a f*ck about a deal
Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed
F*ck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal
It's too late to apologize , Timbaland told em
That shit you did was ill advised now you want closure
Well f*ck you and your reasons why should've known better
Funny thing about when people cry you thought that you was clever
You know me that tall dark dude
They counted me out but bitch this part two
What the f*ck you thought fool, go across your head with a barstool
Don't gas em up get left on E, I pray y'all carpool
Talking either sex yo name get exed what's next? They come an off you
F*ck how you feel, and what you hear that shit ain't real
I done lost so many niggas give me chills
Looking for a thrill this shit ain't no game betta keep yo steal
Real life call of duty left with a halo this the battlefield bitch
Everything you do only sustainable as you
Better watch yo crew, what gets yo attention gone get you
Hoe be quiet you speak another word yo ass through
I'm too solid
Keep it Bloody but I like my cash blue
I lost so many niggas to this war
I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)
I don't even wanna f*ckin speak no more
I'm in these streets don't give a f*ck about a deal
Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed
F*ck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal
I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)
I don't even wanna f*ckin speak no more
I'm in these streets don't give a f*ck about a deal
Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed
F*ck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal
In that muddy water I was baptized
I'm giving you my story ion rap lies
My niggas gang bang and let straps ride
Same thing we was doing right before trap died
Since then he don't move without a strap on em
F*ckin pigs shooting anything with black on em
Could've just locked Pop instead he clapped on em
Then IB got snatched up and guess who packed on em
The same niggas that he would've gave his last to blast for
Niggas that he would've shown his stash to
Watch for them niggas who bottle poppin and dap you
And turn into a ghost when them dollars drop to they last few
One shot'll knock em down f*ck it send more rounds
I know ya type, statement writing soon as shit go down
I see right through you pussy niggas like a glass door
How you a gangsta and a rat Donnie Brasco
I lost so many niggas to this war
I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)
I don't even wanna f*ckin speak no more
I'm in these streets don't give a f*ck about a deal
Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed
F*ck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal
It's too late to apologize , Timbaland told em
That shit you did was ill advised now you want closure
Well f*ck you and your reasons why should've known better
Funny thing about when people cry you thought that you was clever
You know me that tall dark dude
They counted me out but bitch this part two
What the f*ck you thought fool, go across your head with a barstool
Don't gas em up get left on E, I pray y'all carpool
Talking either sex yo name get exed what's next? They come an off you
F*ck how you feel, and what you hear that shit ain't real
I done lost so many niggas give me chills
Looking for a thrill this shit ain't no game betta keep yo steal
Real life call of duty left with a halo this the battlefield bitch
Everything you do only sustainable as you
Better watch yo crew, what gets yo attention gone get you
Hoe be quiet you speak another word yo ass through
I'm too solid
Keep it Bloody but I like my cash blue
I lost so many niggas to this war
I swear to God I can't even tell you how it feel (how it feel)
I don't even wanna f*ckin speak no more
I'm in these streets don't give a f*ck about a deal
Sometimes I wanna walk outside that door and anything getting killed
F*ck this fame shit that ain't my name bitch still I'm J'Kein O'Neal
Writer: J'Kein O'Neal
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid