Stand Alone

Mmmm Na, na, na Na, na, na I can see through all that snake shit I need something else to drank bitch You see my heart slowly sinking I stand alone just trying to shake it, in the club can't get left naked And you know damn well we been waiting Posted in the 8 with the killers and them hammers bro Yellaboy told me this the realist shit I ever wrote Blackjack told me if you Love better keep her close Can't ever fall out bout a bitch not with the fellas, No Hoping out the foreign its big boy coupe D be off a bean he that them blickas to Known for holding mine don't know what niggas do If I ever get caught lacking what the clique gon do Block got a ding, we letting it ring If I shoot then I wet GreenBeam Been waiting on chances and chances again its time to put on for my team Can't cancel a nigga who never adapted, it just wasn't fitting the scheme Little less love make em do better, young boy get play like Hugh Hefner J.P been telling me get my money if them folks knew better they'll do better Get ya weight up they get jealous, money make em blind like helen Niggas be swearing they be so gangster till they get in that room and start telling And fuck them crackas who killing my people and label my uncle a felon I can see through all that snake shit I need something else to drank bitch You see my heart slowly sinking I stand alone just trying to shake it, in the club can't get left naked And you know damn well we been waiting Posted in the 8 with the killers and them hammers bro Yellaboy told me this the realist shit I ever wrote Blackjack told me if you Love better keep her close Can't ever fall out bout a bitch not with the fellas, No Shit get slimy every day I check my jam bra Feeling sometimes I be mislead trying to stand up Momma be saying see them crackas put yo hand up But I even trine stop feet hit the gas, huh Don't know how to act been on Act lately They say they add up we subtract crazy Break away from a job cause I don't need 9-5 Been smoking like I'm in the trap lately Put away them cigars, we rolling them leafs and wraps as fat as a cat baby F L TEEN I'm that baby, save that paper get racks baby Ik some niggas that be hating get ya money up We shoot below the chest ain't no need to get ya tummy tucked .223 they rip you, niggas actin tough as us Mmmmmmmm. we got send em up I can see through all that snake shit I need something else to drank bitch You see my heart slowly sinking I stand alone just trying to shake it, in the club can't get left naked And you know damn well we been waiting. Posted in the 8 with the killers and them hammers bro Yellaboy told me this the realist shit I ever wrote Blackjack told me if you Love better keep her close Can't ever fall out bout a bitch not with the fellas, No