Lyrics

Enrgy made this one Aye Chop sitting on the porch with the plant around it Glock looking kinda naked, put the ladder 'round it Spit the wock inside the benz like it don't matter don't it Give a toast to my mans then put the splat around it Living life how I'm supposed to They said bro look at the old you You ain't acting what you prone to (Man) Change the reason all these pro tools Still ducking but your boy done came a long way (long way) Rapping now but you won't catch me up on Broad Way (Broad Way) Keep it quiet but I'm stepping every four days Switch the semi while I'm waiting where his bro stay Every city I done hit up brought the gang with mе (gang with mе) Paranoid from all the times I left thе K empty Everywhere I go I gotta keep the flame with me I refuse to let a nigga say he drank 50 I got trust issues baby better prove yourself Keep it solid through the rain or you gon' lose yourself Guessing bullets by the grain, boy don't shoot yourself Yeah we done came a long way from doing shroom smells Hot boys on the block with the Glock toys Green rays, double treys, don't get popped boy Standards, dicks, hollow tips, with the pistol grips Put a tag on any nigga think they hitting licks Snake niggas only envy when they know you solid Just my character alone will turn a nigga violent Pray to God my niggas never have a sucker son Shake and bake but I ain't talking 'bout no Ricky Bobby Streets will leave you all alone, where the love now Better stand up on your own, boy you a thug now Lemme squeeze it out his dome, keep the dubs out And if they bring it to your home they bring the thugs out Nightmares about a murder from a victim view Adrenaline all through my body, this ain't nothing new Stressing out but trynna hide what I be going through Niggas bound to go outside and see the shit I do I can't blame you for your actions, we ain't cut the same I was fucking in the streets before the rap game I used to have a 22 but now I'm scared of things Codeine in it but I came from sipping plain jane Never switch up on my brothers but that shit ain't real I ain't even gotta tell them cuz they know the deal Taking chances you gon' die or you gon' blow the steel Loyalty my Kryptonite, it probably get me killed When's the last time you niggas really spilled sum? Go on call your older brother I'm a pill son Making commas out my name, that's a real one I been trynna hit a stain, yeah I'm still jumping (still jumping)
Writer(s): Alexander Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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