Yeah
I'm back on the pen pad and shit
Niggas on online be making me mad and shit
I'm come with the niggas who killed bin Ladin shit
If you critiquing send me the mail I come with the beacon
Been talking deacons they tell me sinning
I telll em this new beginning
I'm done but im really finished
Im mad but really livid
Confessions of a nigga who scared to tell his real feelings
Got rings like the bucks boy
I hope you keep up boy
You smoking the pack don't you get stuck boy
I never ment to get in your way,I'm looking for real estate
My agent asking when I'm gonna sign the contract
It depends on how well pays
In the back my mind I'm thinking about if gon stay
Down South nigga running up California state
Bitch bout to find a new place
Lord gonna handle my grace
Anxiety ,I'm on one
But it really be staying on ten
How many hours dedicated to words and pen
Me and my niggas we basically twins
If you and your niggas don't have the same mindset your not friends
I go down roads that never end
Preacher man hand wrapped in sin
These online niggas need cleanse
Saying the wildest of things
I wonder who's pulling strings
I wonder who's playing the puppet
Surely not me my nigga
We broke out our chains
But we still grieve my nigga
I mean this life is difficult
Niggas not reaching the pinnacle
You thought that I turn my back but I didn't though
Niggas want some smoke we'll give it hoe
And i didn't. come back from the south just forget Pole
I don't even have one of those it sounded so cold
Online niggas making me lose my cool
Fans don't know what it's like in my shoes
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English
Yeah
I'm back on the pen pad and shit
Niggas on online be making me mad and shit
I'm come with the niggas who killed bin Ladin shit
If you critiquing send me the mail I come with the beacon
Been talking deacons they tell me sinning
I telll em this new beginning
I'm done but im really finished
Im mad but really livid
Confessions of a nigga who scared to tell his real feelings
Got rings like the bucks boy
I hope you keep up boy
You smoking the pack don't you get stuck boy
I never ment to get in your way,I'm looking for real estate
My agent asking when I'm gonna sign the contract
It depends on how well pays
In the back my mind I'm thinking about if gon stay
Down South nigga running up California state
Bitch bout to find a new place
Lord gonna handle my grace
Anxiety ,I'm on one
But it really be staying on ten
How many hours dedicated to words and pen
Me and my niggas we basically twins
If you and your niggas don't have the same mindset your not friends
I go down roads that never end
Preacher man hand wrapped in sin
These online niggas need cleanse
Saying the wildest of things
I wonder who's pulling strings
I wonder who's playing the puppet
Surely not me my nigga
We broke out our chains
But we still grieve my nigga
I mean this life is difficult
Niggas not reaching the pinnacle
You thought that I turn my back but I didn't though
Niggas want some smoke we'll give it hoe
And i didn't. come back from the south just forget Pole
I don't even have one of those it sounded so cold
Online niggas making me lose my cool
Fans don't know what it's like in my shoes
I'm back on the pen pad and shit
Niggas on online be making me mad and shit
I'm come with the niggas who killed bin Ladin shit
If you critiquing send me the mail I come with the beacon
Been talking deacons they tell me sinning
I telll em this new beginning
I'm done but im really finished
Im mad but really livid
Confessions of a nigga who scared to tell his real feelings
Got rings like the bucks boy
I hope you keep up boy
You smoking the pack don't you get stuck boy
I never ment to get in your way,I'm looking for real estate
My agent asking when I'm gonna sign the contract
It depends on how well pays
In the back my mind I'm thinking about if gon stay
Down South nigga running up California state
Bitch bout to find a new place
Lord gonna handle my grace
Anxiety ,I'm on one
But it really be staying on ten
How many hours dedicated to words and pen
Me and my niggas we basically twins
If you and your niggas don't have the same mindset your not friends
I go down roads that never end
Preacher man hand wrapped in sin
These online niggas need cleanse
Saying the wildest of things
I wonder who's pulling strings
I wonder who's playing the puppet
Surely not me my nigga
We broke out our chains
But we still grieve my nigga
I mean this life is difficult
Niggas not reaching the pinnacle
You thought that I turn my back but I didn't though
Niggas want some smoke we'll give it hoe
And i didn't. come back from the south just forget Pole
I don't even have one of those it sounded so cold
Online niggas making me lose my cool
Fans don't know what it's like in my shoes
Writer: Michael Cargo
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