Dope stash in my Bimmer, I can cash out on Adidas Should I trap or should I rap and spend this cash all on a feature?
My niggas is in the field and they adopted, so I teach But I gotta spend this cash all on this motherfuckin´ re-up I´m tryna be a leader but, shit, I´m fallin´ in my past The trap callin´ for this cash, I scrape the bottom of the stash Front a nigga one and I can press it, I can stretch that bitch to half A lot of shit a nigga never had a nigga´s tryna grab And R.I.P. my nigga Black ´cause they done chopped him into pieces He was tryna duck polices, I was tryna duck the Reaper I was on the block, hustlin´, just tryna stuff the reefer
In the pocket with the nina, shit, I´m poppin´ with the heater if I need her I´m in the kitchen bakin´ like Anita, tryna freak it like Adina, sell and sneak it to a beaner I was younger, was fuckin´ up the re-up coppin´ sneakers ´Cause the OGs never taught me how to be up, I got beat up On them corners, but I came back Trap back jumpin´, had it poppin´ on the same track Lil´ mama thuggin´, got my name as her face tat Shit, you gotta face facts It´s some real niggas in this shit, you can´t replace that Same block, same strap, shoot a nigga face back Leave his head in his legs, waist in his wave cap Cocked the K back, was blowin´ blades where his braids at
Cocked the K back, had so much pain so I stained that Mama cried tears, we did bids throughout the years I had a couple niggas die and I´m just wishin´ you was here, but shit is clear I´m ridin´ with my pistol like a Piston through the fear and let them niggas know I´m here I promise when I die, they celebrate me like I´m ´Pac It´ll be because I reached my goal, not ´cause I sold this rock Any nigga that try to hate me, promise, dawg, they gon´ get shot I´m from the Dot and I got some niggas that´s still down to knock your top I put this on my baby, this being broke shit done drove me crazy
All my friends done got ghost and went Swayze My number-one question now is, "Lord, am I gon´ make it?" ´Cause it´s times I feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement I tried to work a nine-to-five, but I can´t wait for payment Shit, that shit just take too long and plus the feelin´ so complacent But I look at that road and it´s like my goals are so adjacent The devil on my shoulder, it´s gettin´ colder in this basement I got killers on the left of me, drug dealers on my right To the world they look scary, but I knew these niggas all my life And now my little nigga scammin´, he tryna cop it off a swipe
I remember different nights, duckin´ cops and runnin´ flights of stairs Niggas gettin´ scared, but, pussy boy, that ain´t my type I threw it up with niggas past my weight and twice my height Ever sat up in that dark place just tryna find a light? I can´t even trust myself, my left hand don´t know my right I can put this on my dead mama Marijuana sales done bought this Ferragamo Out of state licks, done got to flex some Moncler on ´em Bitch, I´m all smiles like the logo of the Murakami Niggas can´t stop me, now they fearin´ on me Only thing I fear is God, I can never fear the odds
Eric committin´ a suicide the only time you seen the tears fall Shot my nigga Nesta in his head, they tried to clear ´em off Then my cousin Dave got shot in front of grandma´s I been in them shootouts in the parkin´ lots and standoffs Real plugs where I´m from, no niggas never ranned off Give it to my lil´ nigga, pass it by the hand-off Had to sell him game, you gotta pass and put your man on
´Cause even if I Even if I don´t get it Then I might die trying ´Cause I was born broke but I´ma die rich
Even if I If I never get it I´ll still have this dope stash when I blow past Sellin´ snow like it´s winter in the forecast I gotta make it I gotta make it Said, I gotta make it And if they won´t give it to me, I´m gon´ take it, woah I gotta make it I gotta make it And if they won´t give it to me, I´m gon´ take it
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