Crack ah Joke Pt. 1 Video (MV)

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If a nigga crack ah joke, I'ma crack ah nigga face
Free the real thuggas and killers up out the cage
Used to be on food stamps, but now I'm ballin' everyday
You niggas mad that I'm eating, when ain't shit up on your plate
I wake up and it's a blessing, my Glock preachin' like the reverend
Thought he was a shooter, but his ass ain't really steppin
Could've died, but I didn't, so wake up and count my blessings, nigga
Ayy, so I wake up and count my blessings
Yo cliques full of snitches, faggots, and bitches
Nigga this ain't Twitter, better keep me out your mentions
Don't t say you wanna funk, cause we get straight up to the bidness
Brodie think that he a thug, but his ass is out here snitching
How that work, though
Caught a sucker slipping at the light, and now we touch n go
Touching' so much bread, you'd think a nigga work at Bimbo
Mama knew I'd be a problem, she was right, I been bagging hoes
She said she wanna have my baby, bitch you silly hoe
Niggas laughing' bout my brother, but they brother dead, too
Throw that sucker shit up, we could send you with your mans, too
Everybody screaming' gang, till a nigga hit the room
Scores been up, we been sweepin' like a broom
Said he wanna be the man, but we made his ass a man
Put him on the news and now he got a bunch of fans
Still tipped that nigga bucket, but it ain't go how it was planned nigga
Aye, said it ain't go how it was planned
If a nigga crack ah joke, I'ma crack ah nigga face
Free the real thuggas and killers up out the cage
Used to be on food stamps, but now I'm ballin' everyday
You niggas mad that I'm eating, when ain't shit up on your plate
I wake up and it's a blessing, my Glock preachin' like the reverend
Thought he was a shooter, but his ass ain't really steppin
Could've died, but I didn't, so wake up and count my blessings, nigga
Ayy, so I wake up and count my blessings