Want me to come and wet you up
about the shit with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every nigga with an owl
you're better off committing suicide
Teachers ain't testin' us
See I know how it feel to be
so they try to wrap you up
Tat you up, but it's OVO blood money
Nigga catch these bullets
Dark fame is a mothafucka
when you can't do the fifth
Run up on you at your granny's house
Leave you lyin' like Fif'
Heart beatin' fast when I dap
and when I hug you niggas
Your energy off, you're finicky,
Just walk around the crib like
Why a nigga can't live? Get this money,
fuck these bitches though
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
We can pass these motherfuckin'
This my city, nigga everybody know it
just me and my four pound
hopin' I ain't gotta show it
LA niggas be the craziest,
these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car,
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit,
studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my fu
neral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's
nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with me,
Thank me later, thanks for nothin'
Thank you so, so much for wearing your true
colors to every single fuckin' function
Had niggas tell me to my face how
while they was skimmin' off the budget
they the ones that's actin' funny
People been reachin' out to me
And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
I would have so many friends
respect and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and
I just gave out compliments
I would have all of your fans
And I stayed on some conscious shit
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
I'm in the club every time that
they play the competition
If they even play the competition and I
seen the response they get
Nobody's even hearin' it, on
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
My circle got so small that it's a period,
Y'all better not come to my
studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my
fu neral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's
nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with me,
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga Held
If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill,
Know how it feel when you're
missin' your nigga though
Can't think so you roll up that indigo
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost,
Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like,
Screamin' Frog's name at the clouds,
they don't hear me though
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch,
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool
but don't come to my city though
Strapped up from the waist down
J Prince is my real nigga
Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
He had a young nigga right
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
LA niggas be the craziest,
these niggas do some shady shit
Nig gas'll run up on your car,
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
but why a nigga gotta choose?
Don't even matter dawg 'cause
I'ma always be a real nigga
I never learned how to be nothin'
Y'all better not come to my
funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's
nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with me,
All I ever asked is 100, yeah, 100
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