Bando - Die About Em Lyrics

My niggas Im dying bout em.
I be grimy off them pills yea i be foul without it
I was young my momma scared because i lied about it
I would get it in so much trouble I was wilding out it
I was stuck up in trenches now im climbing out it
Them niggas straight tripping Master p I swear im bout it bout it
Shawty hit my line to kick it Sorry ion know karate
I be on the road i stand 10 toes and ion ride without it
My niggas ill die about em, Hell yea ill die about em
Gottem thinking that know me shawty heard about me
Them niggas start talking when i'm gone but they get nervous round me
Ion like these hoes but they gone go and they for errbody
She say i'm wrong she might be right bout ion care about it
I know they tryna take me out sometimes I worry bout it
Money hungry niggas yea I know that they gone purge about it
Ima keep on serving out it. Cops pull up im swerving out it
Stay on guard they lurking round me
My biggest enemy is my inner me
The demons devil lending me they all tryna get rid of me but god knows I get toned and i be smoking weed. Everyday its fewer things i do to try and keep my peace.
Niggas tryna cross me ima kill em if they think its sweet.
Treat him like my kid come in his crib and rock him straight to sleep
This glock come with a drum and i go dumb Ill knock you off yo feet
Brodi gotta pump he dont like 12 them couple shells will speak
My niggas silent in the house because they know to creep
If shit go left we turn around we blow right through his teeth
Then we get it and we get out we back on the street
Another day another body and another week
My niggas Im dying bout em.
I be grimy off them pills, yea i be foul without it
I was young my momma scared because i lied about it
I would get it in so much trouble I was wilding out it
I was stuck up in trenches now im climbing out it
Dem niggas straight tripping. Master p I swear im bout it bout it
Shawty hit my line to kick it. Sorry ion know karate
I be on the road i stand 10 toes and ion ride without it
My niggas ill die about em Hell yea ill die about em
Im not recruiting cause sense all of dat fake shit
Ion need you if you always MIA bitch
I gotta couple niggas ready to come spray shit
They gone slide through in a sprinter if I say it
Sometimes I love my life and other times i hate it
Thats how it go I know its short and time be wasted
When in the booth i get to vent and ion fake shit
I hope my time is coming key is to be patient
My niggas Im dying bout em.
On the road i stand 10 toes and ion ride without i
I was young my momma scared because i lied about it
I was stuck up in trenches now im climbing out it
My niggas ill die about em, Hell yea ill die about em