Producer : HitKidd
Chorus :
I had to put on myself
Where was u
U wasn't there
Back then i had nothing to wear
Mane It's hot but i got on monclear
I'm In too deep
Omar Epps
They talking bout thousands
That Shit Ain't No Money
I went and spent that on some hair
I'm slept on
Like i was a sofa
Used to stretch shit
Like yoga
Used to walking now
Gp Mobile
Me and goonie flooded the
The town
We went and cop us some pounds
Sold it soon as we touchdown
Yeah yeah
Im kicking shit With Young Roe
Told joe We gone buss down dem bows
Caught a flight
Now we on the west coast
I'm at the neck
Like a choke
Just give me face
I want throat
I gotta tired of being broke
Now I'm in a room full of Bows
Don't call me ya slime
Nigga call me Lil folk
Yo trapper pass
It's officially revoked
I Pay my lil niggas
They gone up the score
I see niggas
Sending shots thru his post
It took me some time
Cuz they over look me
You can get shot
Just by the way that u looking
I'm in the spot
Surrounded by kushy
Gushers forbidden fruit & Kookies
F*ck the city
I done flew out to Cali
I'm f*cking with ghost st Patrick
Goonie my brother i throw em alley
We getting green no salad
Shooters in Dallas
They coming like the Mavericks
Scrilla Genie Wass Happnening
Broken hearts So it's still
Blue Heart Status
I remember sleeping on pallets
They crying they asking for help
Aint shit promised but death
Heart froze
Hope it melt
Til den a nigga don't care
If u really loved me then Youn wouldn't left
Loyalty now a days is rare
Ask u to hear me out
But you act like u was deaf
Now Ian taking no Ls
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Producer : HitKidd
Chorus :
I had to put on myself
Where was u
U wasn't there
Back then i had nothing to wear
Mane It's hot but i got on monclear
I'm In too deep
Omar Epps
They talking bout thousands
That Shit Ain't No Money
I went and spent that on some hair
I'm slept on
Like i was a sofa
Used to stretch shit
Like yoga
Used to walking now
Gp Mobile
Me and goonie flooded the
The town
We went and cop us some pounds
Sold it soon as we touchdown
Yeah yeah
Im kicking shit With Young Roe
Told joe We gone buss down dem bows
Caught a flight
Now we on the west coast
I'm at the neck
Like a choke
Just give me face
I want throat
I gotta tired of being broke
Now I'm in a room full of Bows
Don't call me ya slime
Nigga call me Lil folk
Yo trapper pass
It's officially revoked
I Pay my lil niggas
They gone up the score
I see niggas
Sending shots thru his post
It took me some time
Cuz they over look me
You can get shot
Just by the way that u looking
I'm in the spot
Surrounded by kushy
Gushers forbidden fruit & Kookies
F*ck the city
I done flew out to Cali
I'm f*cking with ghost st Patrick
Goonie my brother i throw em alley
We getting green no salad
Shooters in Dallas
They coming like the Mavericks
Scrilla Genie Wass Happnening
Broken hearts So it's still
Blue Heart Status
I remember sleeping on pallets
They crying they asking for help
Aint shit promised but death
Heart froze
Hope it melt
Til den a nigga don't care
If u really loved me then Youn wouldn't left
Loyalty now a days is rare
Ask u to hear me out
But you act like u was deaf
Now Ian taking no Ls
Chorus :
I had to put on myself
Where was u
U wasn't there
Back then i had nothing to wear
Mane It's hot but i got on monclear
I'm In too deep
Omar Epps
They talking bout thousands
That Shit Ain't No Money
I went and spent that on some hair
I'm slept on
Like i was a sofa
Used to stretch shit
Like yoga
Used to walking now
Gp Mobile
Me and goonie flooded the
The town
We went and cop us some pounds
Sold it soon as we touchdown
Yeah yeah
Im kicking shit With Young Roe
Told joe We gone buss down dem bows
Caught a flight
Now we on the west coast
I'm at the neck
Like a choke
Just give me face
I want throat
I gotta tired of being broke
Now I'm in a room full of Bows
Don't call me ya slime
Nigga call me Lil folk
Yo trapper pass
It's officially revoked
I Pay my lil niggas
They gone up the score
I see niggas
Sending shots thru his post
It took me some time
Cuz they over look me
You can get shot
Just by the way that u looking
I'm in the spot
Surrounded by kushy
Gushers forbidden fruit & Kookies
F*ck the city
I done flew out to Cali
I'm f*cking with ghost st Patrick
Goonie my brother i throw em alley
We getting green no salad
Shooters in Dallas
They coming like the Mavericks
Scrilla Genie Wass Happnening
Broken hearts So it's still
Blue Heart Status
I remember sleeping on pallets
They crying they asking for help
Aint shit promised but death
Heart froze
Hope it melt
Til den a nigga don't care
If u really loved me then Youn wouldn't left
Loyalty now a days is rare
Ask u to hear me out
But you act like u was deaf
Now Ian taking no Ls
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