More Years

I might play something Rather be with me than fake friends Big butt, got a little stomach Tattoos and a few kids High school, she was a good girl These days, baby, like to take meds Holdin' up, 4s, screamin' Free the bros got locked, had to do a bid Got locked, had to. If I tell them slide, they gon' come get ya Aw, man, remember one-sister Told me i had to take her out the city Get her litty, had to show her somethin' different Had the time of her life Boy, I'm gon' swipe, we ain't take no pictures You get one season, then we done speakin Told her, pop another one, then another one Baby, we ain't done geekin Took another nigga, bitch, boy, I'm on some shit Give me one reason Woe died, now she fucked the bros Bitchs, too slime Mob ties, it's ah Finesse Gang Nigga, two times Placing the Glock on the mantel Thought I was lit with a champ suit Feds on my ass, don't believe that I rap, but won't give me a chance to How I'm feelin'? I don't wanna answer I'm in this bitch with a dancer Umi at home fightin' cancer I gotta fill up the pantry I'm about to click out and. Not with the talkin', just want him to grieve Ain't got no time to be shootin' the breeze I got some hoes on the line, I'ma leave Boy, I'm the pick of the pack They say that I lost it, they must've lost me Well, they gettin' me back Whoa, you either rich or you famous Either a bitch or you dangerous I see the picture that's bigger From different angles Eye to eye with the demons We different angels See the ingredients, you just see the label The fuck is a chair if you ain't got a table You see the money in chains Don't let it change you I can't shame you I should be ashamed too