Lyrics

Rappers out here be real life puppets But I can not go Run up on me and see if I'm slipppin Yeah that's fasho My niggas they down the road Ain't none of my niggas no hoes Stay strict to the code and I'm stayin 10 toes A nigga can't fold, a nigga can't peak Runnin up racks with my team Feelin like I'm dreamin and its 92 Smokin a blunt while I'm fuckin a bitch That's jus'sum shit that I do I hop from the coupe to the stu Neck be so sick got the flu Ya'll niggas really think ya'll in controll But ya'll ain't even got a clue When I found out bout Kobe I almost turned blue Late night jus thinkin like fuck did they do Like fuck did they do Me and my niggas we all want success Think bout the price you pay to be the best Remember that everyday is a test Yeah everyday is a test Call me the pope all my niggas stay blessed Brotherhood shit but a nigga not stressed I still got opps keep a bullet proof vest Look into this shit like a nigga obsessed Bottle shit up so we love to get lifted You might just say that a nigga addicted She caught my vibe so she know that I'm with it Not into that bitch so I hit it and quit it Rappers out here be real life puppets But I can not go Run up on me and see if I'm slipppin Yeah that's fasho My niggas they down the road Ain't none of my niggas no hoes Stay strict to the code and I'm stayin 10 toes A nigga can't fold, a nigga can't peak I only talk shit cuz a nigga conceded We so elite so we ain't gettin beated You vote for these niggas but don't know the treason Feelin some type of way but you do not know the reason We spin his block, we finna bleed it I got these bullets and I'm finna fead em Yo energy off and you know I could read it
Writer(s): Morris White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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