Its Ayegee the Kra...
Yea
Aye
Aye
I-10 to the 98
You act pie around my dawg
Then you can't skate
Shit
I'm just tryna put some pie up on my damn Plate
That boy wise
You should listen what that man say
And if you hear more than talking
Then you soaking game
Fell out with my dawg
That's A damn shame
Why you think its to neck
With this Champagne
Why think I ain't shocked that this game lame
Why you think he grip Glock
When he change lane
Why you think he screaming out
Brother's Don't Change
I be damn near
Everywhere that them boys ain't
My lil dawg will risk it all for some spray paint
If me and Keenan in your house
We took everything
Put some raid on them roaches
He sprayed everything
The other homie got caught Up in a drug raid
The whole spot full of cops
When them Hoes Came
They set em Up
Now he Locked
He don't see no days
Ain't no way to f*cking Live
In A damn cage
I remember all them times
I ain't had no place to go
When I hopped up off the porch
I was ducking Trol
They shake my hand
But I know they hating On the low
I ain't tripping all I'm worried bout Is bankroll
Them late nights
Up on Wright by the Viking Store
F*ck laying pipe
Tryna get some money outta hoe
They killed
Coty
And they tried To make Boo gone
Seem like yesterday
All three of us was just at Combs
Mr.Harmon tripping on Us
Cause we smoking dro
I was eat Top ramen Out the noodle bowl
Avery hit the blunt threw up the whole corner store
Another day In the swamp
Where we called our home
Another day getting stopped on the way home
Born in Cali But I still call Florida home
First couple years up In Florida
They was throwing blows
At first they ain't really like I was from the West coast
Touch down in Green Acres used To get bullied
But one day it all stopped cause I out grew it
Who thought I'd live long enough to see the shit I'm doing
Teacher said I wouldn't be shit
But always knew it
That I'd be better off then her In the near future
Gotta keep grinding
See the bigger picture
I ain't really know my sister but I still miss her
There's still a few of us
Be damned if another go missing
Why you think it's so hot up in the damn kitchen
I'm cooking up every time like it's my last dinner
Most my money go to food
I don't buy denim
Most my money go to diapers
Kids shitting in em
I ain't spoke what's on my mind In a long time
No tears
This how it sound when a Angel cry
Shot the Thirty Ot six
I got scope eye
I was just a jitterbug damn time fly
I been waiting on my time all my damn life
I was down on my dick I had to shake back
The homies still on the block where they shake dice
Free the homies shackled down
Where they make knifes
The court room just like the slaughter house
They take lives
I really wish a hater would
I probably prayed twice
Ever see me real life have the vibe
The hate us for our brown skin
And our way of life
But if we all reunite then they can't strike
I'm from Cali that's the home of the the 3 strikes
How my music go hard I get no likes
I get one viewer every time I go live
They said I ain't the guy come check my real life
I ain't got no type I'm the money type
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Its Ayegee the Kra...
Yea
Aye
Aye
I-10 to the 98
You act pie around my dawg
Then you can't skate
Shit
I'm just tryna put some pie up on my damn Plate
That boy wise
You should listen what that man say
And if you hear more than talking
Then you soaking game
Fell out with my dawg
That's A damn shame
Why you think its to neck
With this Champagne
Why think I ain't shocked that this game lame
Why you think he grip Glock
When he change lane
Why you think he screaming out
Brother's Don't Change
I be damn near
Everywhere that them boys ain't
My lil dawg will risk it all for some spray paint
If me and Keenan in your house
We took everything
Put some raid on them roaches
He sprayed everything
The other homie got caught Up in a drug raid
The whole spot full of cops
When them Hoes Came
They set em Up
Now he Locked
He don't see no days
Ain't no way to f*cking Live
In A damn cage
I remember all them times
I ain't had no place to go
When I hopped up off the porch
I was ducking Trol
They shake my hand
But I know they hating On the low
I ain't tripping all I'm worried bout Is bankroll
Them late nights
Up on Wright by the Viking Store
F*ck laying pipe
Tryna get some money outta hoe
They killed
Coty
And they tried To make Boo gone
Seem like yesterday
All three of us was just at Combs
Mr.Harmon tripping on Us
Cause we smoking dro
I was eat Top ramen Out the noodle bowl
Avery hit the blunt threw up the whole corner store
Another day In the swamp
Where we called our home
Another day getting stopped on the way home
Born in Cali But I still call Florida home
First couple years up In Florida
They was throwing blows
At first they ain't really like I was from the West coast
Touch down in Green Acres used To get bullied
But one day it all stopped cause I out grew it
Who thought I'd live long enough to see the shit I'm doing
Teacher said I wouldn't be shit
But always knew it
That I'd be better off then her In the near future
Gotta keep grinding
See the bigger picture
I ain't really know my sister but I still miss her
There's still a few of us
Be damned if another go missing
Why you think it's so hot up in the damn kitchen
I'm cooking up every time like it's my last dinner
Most my money go to food
I don't buy denim
Most my money go to diapers
Kids shitting in em
I ain't spoke what's on my mind In a long time
No tears
This how it sound when a Angel cry
Shot the Thirty Ot six
I got scope eye
I was just a jitterbug damn time fly
I been waiting on my time all my damn life
I was down on my dick I had to shake back
The homies still on the block where they shake dice
Free the homies shackled down
Where they make knifes
The court room just like the slaughter house
They take lives
I really wish a hater would
I probably prayed twice
Ever see me real life have the vibe
The hate us for our brown skin
And our way of life
But if we all reunite then they can't strike
I'm from Cali that's the home of the the 3 strikes
How my music go hard I get no likes
I get one viewer every time I go live
They said I ain't the guy come check my real life
I ain't got no type I'm the money type
Yea
Aye
Aye
I-10 to the 98
You act pie around my dawg
Then you can't skate
Shit
I'm just tryna put some pie up on my damn Plate
That boy wise
You should listen what that man say
And if you hear more than talking
Then you soaking game
Fell out with my dawg
That's A damn shame
Why you think its to neck
With this Champagne
Why think I ain't shocked that this game lame
Why you think he grip Glock
When he change lane
Why you think he screaming out
Brother's Don't Change
I be damn near
Everywhere that them boys ain't
My lil dawg will risk it all for some spray paint
If me and Keenan in your house
We took everything
Put some raid on them roaches
He sprayed everything
The other homie got caught Up in a drug raid
The whole spot full of cops
When them Hoes Came
They set em Up
Now he Locked
He don't see no days
Ain't no way to f*cking Live
In A damn cage
I remember all them times
I ain't had no place to go
When I hopped up off the porch
I was ducking Trol
They shake my hand
But I know they hating On the low
I ain't tripping all I'm worried bout Is bankroll
Them late nights
Up on Wright by the Viking Store
F*ck laying pipe
Tryna get some money outta hoe
They killed
Coty
And they tried To make Boo gone
Seem like yesterday
All three of us was just at Combs
Mr.Harmon tripping on Us
Cause we smoking dro
I was eat Top ramen Out the noodle bowl
Avery hit the blunt threw up the whole corner store
Another day In the swamp
Where we called our home
Another day getting stopped on the way home
Born in Cali But I still call Florida home
First couple years up In Florida
They was throwing blows
At first they ain't really like I was from the West coast
Touch down in Green Acres used To get bullied
But one day it all stopped cause I out grew it
Who thought I'd live long enough to see the shit I'm doing
Teacher said I wouldn't be shit
But always knew it
That I'd be better off then her In the near future
Gotta keep grinding
See the bigger picture
I ain't really know my sister but I still miss her
There's still a few of us
Be damned if another go missing
Why you think it's so hot up in the damn kitchen
I'm cooking up every time like it's my last dinner
Most my money go to food
I don't buy denim
Most my money go to diapers
Kids shitting in em
I ain't spoke what's on my mind In a long time
No tears
This how it sound when a Angel cry
Shot the Thirty Ot six
I got scope eye
I was just a jitterbug damn time fly
I been waiting on my time all my damn life
I was down on my dick I had to shake back
The homies still on the block where they shake dice
Free the homies shackled down
Where they make knifes
The court room just like the slaughter house
They take lives
I really wish a hater would
I probably prayed twice
Ever see me real life have the vibe
The hate us for our brown skin
And our way of life
But if we all reunite then they can't strike
I'm from Cali that's the home of the the 3 strikes
How my music go hard I get no likes
I get one viewer every time I go live
They said I ain't the guy come check my real life
I ain't got no type I'm the money type
Writer: Angel Gonzalez
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