Welcome To LamboLand 2

It's still welcome to the land, like fuck the suckers, they don't ever come to play ball We know you fuu, but tell the truth, I really hate y'all Capping in the booth is really crazy, who done raised y'all I'm tryna put my foot up in they tooth until it break off, I'm trippin' bout my dead niggas And for the ones who left, I'm steppin' till the ones that stand against us is all dead victims, for real If y'all go down, I bet y'all make a deal. If I go down, I bet I'll never squeal It is what it is, the real gon' always recognize the real So if you not, you won't know how I feel, or understand this shit Brody scored a pint and got a deal, I ain't finna cop if it ain't sealed You know how I get, and I ain't pray to God up in a minute I know that he don't like how I've been sinnin', but fuck it, I can't change the way I'm livin' No, at least just not yet. I'm paranoid, but I still want a check And scared money don't make money, and if it do, it don't make cents Up in the trenches, you'll be fine if you just use your common sense I don't repent for anything I did or said, and fuck your feelings I'll care more about them when I'm gone and dead, we off the porch And we the ones that carryin' the torch up in the north, yea we the ones Cause all them other niggas, dorks, I swear I'm so done Y'all ain't come outside till 2K21, I'm mobbin' till the suckers finally do something If I don't got my pole, I got my poker, got it on me till it's over Either way, I'm rockin' out, whether off pills or while I'm sober, I'm a soldier Momma raised a man just like a boulder, so I'm movin' even if the weight of the world is on his shoulders, imma stoner Yeah, momma, you should know your baby do drugs, Wockesha in my cup, yeah, that's my new love Got me feelin' screwed up, and shout out DJ Screw, I hope you rest up Don't wear a vest, I'm aiming for the neck up Brody, get a check before you check us If I sent you to that 'spital, you'll need more than just a checkup On my momma, we from the ghetto, bro, we used to problems Make the struggle shit look good and figure out the way to solve them Yeah, we got 'em, I'm not a stranger to the very bottom It's okay, I'll get to riches even if I have to rob 'em On my momma, and yeah, I get some hate from both sides of the field that watch my plate I got niggas from my section, don't wanna see me doin' great, but it's okay If you ask me how I'm is, I'm doin' great We say be smooth, not no be safe, because a safe can go get broken into And we can take it where you want, and that's on God And oh he said he from the, oh Ight bet, cause I want all the issues Make they momma need tissues, tryna fuck up they mental You can die, bro, it's simple Ah, ha, ha, ha I'm not a God, but I can take you out before your time Shit, I can take away your walk And put this 40. in your spine Make him resign, and everything was by design Stupid Ha Play ball, play ball It's MLB shit Yeah Yeah