Tell me why as a kid I could feel it
Now a young nigga grown I don't feel shit
Free my nigga out the jam for that killing
He's been gone 5 years and he barely got a sentence
Tired of the bitches, tired of the hoes
I'm done being a villain, you've been fucking on my bros
We came from rags to riches, why we smoking all this dope
Girl get up off that pole, put them feet back on that floor
Luh$in, Tell me why as a kid I could feel it
Now a young nigga grown I don't feel shit
Free my nigga out the jam for that killing
He's been gone 5 years and he barely got a sentence
Tired of the bitches, tired of the hoes
I'm done being a villain, you been fucking on my bros
We came from rags to riches, why we smoking all this dope
Girl get up off that pole, put them feet back on that floor
Had to shout out to D, cause you know where I'm from
Young nigga and we fighting, don't even pass me no gun
I grew up fighting in the school, I've been catching my ones
I punch a nigga in his face and I'm leaving him stunned
Leaving him dizzy,
Now a nigga running back to the crib and he shitty
Was in the third grade, the first time I sucked on some titties
I always had a lot of sense, so they calling me 50
All the model hoes, now they wanna fuck with me
Get a bag now and flip it, send it back to my bros
Free my nigga locked down know he just up the road
They caught my nigga on surveillance runnin away with the pole
They tryna lock him down and throw away the key til he old
I ain't going,
if nigga ain't got the strap and he ain't blowing
We hopping off a jet, remember walking off the Boeing
Like a pretty bitch that listen, but I don't be too controlling
Gone and pass the remote
All black skied up in the back, I'm emo
Pussy boy on my line, he been begging for the smoke
I'm trying to scratch told my bro, he can carry the pole
I ain't gon' say the rest, but it's blood on the floor
All yall niggas some hoes, the way y'all ran off
They said they was gangsta, they ain't wanna have no standoff
Real player baby, I ain't never beg to take no pants off
Shawty know I beat it up like Ray Rice without the hand off
Tell me why as a kid I could feel it
Now a young nigga grown, I don't feel shit
Free my nigga out the jam for that killing
He been gone five years and he barely got a sentence
Tired of bitches, tired of the hoes
I'm done being a villain, you been fucking on my bros
We came from rags to riches why we smoking all this dope
Girl get up off that pole, put them feet back on that floor
I tried to love these hoes, but they did me bad
I aint whining to my bros, ain't gon' sit around sad
bossed up on most these niggas, went and got me a bag
Sometimes I sit and reminisce about my crazy-ass past
All alone, did it by myself
Every time I walk in, bitches say I got a smell
I don't know if it's Givenchy or the Packs that's in the mail
Cuz I just came from the trap, we put them bowls on the scale
Had to flip it make it back, when I flip, don't need no front
Why you all up in my pockets like the first of the month?
Tryna see that kitty cat, but you like a chipmunk
You ain't tryna hear shit if I ain't talking bout nuttin
Blowin' the Runtz, smell like a skunk
Know that we been smoking all day can't even get up
Got her takin out my trash, got my junk in the trunk
I ain't never trust a nigga, gotta keep my door shut
Gotta keep me a lock
If you running in, get busted I aint calling no cops
Like the 4th of July, neighbors hearin' the pops
Granny went to check the calendar, it's not what she thought
Nigga, it's December 8th,
Grew up on them skates
Hottest in the city, ain't nobody wanna race
Shawty said she had a n***a, but she want me take his place
I would never trust that hoe, that bitch just did it in my face
What the fuck do you need?
It's what you ask
So I said, I need a bitch with a lot of ass
Get the green, just like Jasmine,
or Yasmine, Nigga that's me, nigga ask me
You fuck on Ashley? nigga want smoke, hit in his spleen
And in his back, and the niggaa mad
Cuz he found out that his shawty got cracked