Ayo somebody roll a blunt too
Somebody roll a blunt
One of y'all niggas
Yeah a nigga in his zone catch me facin' a blunt
All this money that I'm chasing, what I got ain't enough
Yeah we could f*ck, I just hope that you ain't falling in love
She know I got it she keep saying that I'm looking like the plug
I know them niggas steady looking in my pockets
Mad I got a bag they in the way just tryna stop it
Stay around some shooters like I'm coaching for the rockets
I was in these streets just like I had no other options
And after I said it once I'll never say it again
I got some niggas in the dirt, i'll never see em again
I got some niggas in them cells I'll never see em again
I could handle all my enemies protect me from my friends
In a crazy world so forgive me for my sins
Tell my brothers that I miss em, send a sign AMEN
Sat my momma down told her I'm a man
Ima make my family proud, ten toes I stand
Niggas couldn't break me, think I'm riding round through the city with the glizzy by my side on safety
Think that I'm a dummy if you want, but my pride gon be the reason that I die if a nigga try to play me
Making momma cry cause this ain't the way she raised me
I'm a liar if I said I wasn't crazy
Damn... look at what these streets made me
Got me in the field throwing bullets like I'm Brady
Big 4-5 bust you down like a eighthy
Before I go to sleep I pray the lord he forgave me
Hit that switch
Can't trust a hoe cause she ain't my b***
I do some time but she do some d***
Done seen it happen plenty times in this life time
You don't got a bag that don't mean you gotta block mine
Riding through the city I been shopping for a glock nine
Ay
Shopping for a glock nine
Yeah a nigga in his zone catch me facin' a blunt
All this money that I'm chasing, what I got ain't enough
Yeah we could f*ck, I just hope that you ain't falling in love
She know I got it she keep saying that I'm looking like the plug
I know them niggas steady looking in my pockets
Mad I got a bag they in the way just tryna stop it
Stay around some shooters like I'm coaching for the rockets
I was in these streets just like I had no other options
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Ayo somebody roll a blunt too
Somebody roll a blunt
One of y'all niggas
Yeah a nigga in his zone catch me facin' a blunt
All this money that I'm chasing, what I got ain't enough
Yeah we could f*ck, I just hope that you ain't falling in love
She know I got it she keep saying that I'm looking like the plug
I know them niggas steady looking in my pockets
Mad I got a bag they in the way just tryna stop it
Stay around some shooters like I'm coaching for the rockets
I was in these streets just like I had no other options
And after I said it once I'll never say it again
I got some niggas in the dirt, i'll never see em again
I got some niggas in them cells I'll never see em again
I could handle all my enemies protect me from my friends
In a crazy world so forgive me for my sins
Tell my brothers that I miss em, send a sign AMEN
Sat my momma down told her I'm a man
Ima make my family proud, ten toes I stand
Niggas couldn't break me, think I'm riding round through the city with the glizzy by my side on safety
Think that I'm a dummy if you want, but my pride gon be the reason that I die if a nigga try to play me
Making momma cry cause this ain't the way she raised me
I'm a liar if I said I wasn't crazy
Damn... look at what these streets made me
Got me in the field throwing bullets like I'm Brady
Big 4-5 bust you down like a eighthy
Before I go to sleep I pray the lord he forgave me
Hit that switch
Can't trust a hoe cause she ain't my b***
I do some time but she do some d***
Done seen it happen plenty times in this life time
You don't got a bag that don't mean you gotta block mine
Riding through the city I been shopping for a glock nine
Ay
Shopping for a glock nine
Yeah a nigga in his zone catch me facin' a blunt
All this money that I'm chasing, what I got ain't enough
Yeah we could f*ck, I just hope that you ain't falling in love
She know I got it she keep saying that I'm looking like the plug
I know them niggas steady looking in my pockets
Mad I got a bag they in the way just tryna stop it
Stay around some shooters like I'm coaching for the rockets
I was in these streets just like I had no other options
Somebody roll a blunt
One of y'all niggas
Yeah a nigga in his zone catch me facin' a blunt
All this money that I'm chasing, what I got ain't enough
Yeah we could f*ck, I just hope that you ain't falling in love
She know I got it she keep saying that I'm looking like the plug
I know them niggas steady looking in my pockets
Mad I got a bag they in the way just tryna stop it
Stay around some shooters like I'm coaching for the rockets
I was in these streets just like I had no other options
And after I said it once I'll never say it again
I got some niggas in the dirt, i'll never see em again
I got some niggas in them cells I'll never see em again
I could handle all my enemies protect me from my friends
In a crazy world so forgive me for my sins
Tell my brothers that I miss em, send a sign AMEN
Sat my momma down told her I'm a man
Ima make my family proud, ten toes I stand
Niggas couldn't break me, think I'm riding round through the city with the glizzy by my side on safety
Think that I'm a dummy if you want, but my pride gon be the reason that I die if a nigga try to play me
Making momma cry cause this ain't the way she raised me
I'm a liar if I said I wasn't crazy
Damn... look at what these streets made me
Got me in the field throwing bullets like I'm Brady
Big 4-5 bust you down like a eighthy
Before I go to sleep I pray the lord he forgave me
Hit that switch
Can't trust a hoe cause she ain't my b***
I do some time but she do some d***
Done seen it happen plenty times in this life time
You don't got a bag that don't mean you gotta block mine
Riding through the city I been shopping for a glock nine
Ay
Shopping for a glock nine
Yeah a nigga in his zone catch me facin' a blunt
All this money that I'm chasing, what I got ain't enough
Yeah we could f*ck, I just hope that you ain't falling in love
She know I got it she keep saying that I'm looking like the plug
I know them niggas steady looking in my pockets
Mad I got a bag they in the way just tryna stop it
Stay around some shooters like I'm coaching for the rockets
I was in these streets just like I had no other options
Writer: Mike Corleone
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