I just got the whip with the camera
Dat show when I back up
I still don't go fast when I back in
Gotta be careful when you pick yo back up why
Cause they'll put a knife where yo back is
You May have heard I got issues with
Trusting you know they won't ever
Catch a nigga slacking
I had a hole in my mattress
I still gotta hole in my mattress
Don't need to know if you asking
I know my momma got questions
I told her she don't wanna ask em
Been had the head of a knuckle
If you know Monique you can ask her
I kept a gun where I slept in the covers
And kept all the rest in the attic
Ma dukes never found em
Was searching for years cause she felt like I had em
Play wit me I prolly pull up with bastards
Both got a glock it don't matter
Who gonna get to it faster
Im willing to bet that im faster
Lil freak from the south side she do the most
Never lie but she know how to sugar coat
I been making mistakes like I'm burning toast
Like to fuck up cause That's when I learn the most
Niggas is dumb
I gotta move smarter and smarter
Act like a big boi cause shit getting harder
When shit go to far I might need a vacation
Sleeping in houses to sleeping in cages
Slept in some spots where the floor it was caving in
Where we from we don't care bout dat famous shit
When shit get to hot I go kick it wit Caleb
When I need to laugh I go listen to Ace
He gon find him a home case and invade it
Need to get lit I go get up wit Samo
He keep it lit like he lighting a candle
And I get all my sense from my brudda mike
If I ain't got no percs then my brudda might
If I'm bout to fight den my brudda fight
I been hungry for years talking every night
Ima pay for yo tears talking every cry
You can have all my shit talking every dime
Question
How many Known felons
Do you know gotta choice but they tote weapons
One in the head he don't Know better
This life made him stoop to a Low level
My dawg got a ticket
He waiting to get on the bus
He ain't headed to Coachella
Sent a kite I dont know if he know tell him
Think ya mom prolly ripped up the Whole letter
What is love well to me it's just 4 letters
And Mark in a cell he in hell again
Did his 7 and came home to seventy
He won't get out til maya is seventy
My uncle addicted to heroin
I think he in pain and he needed some Medicine
I love talking to Nick
Cause I learn something new every time
He should be a reverend
On twin he made me a better me
It's a blessing I ain't got no felonies
Back in da day I was selling weed
Ima hustler I prolly could sell a tree
To the earth
Make niggas who don't believe
Got to church
Prolly can sell a seed
To a bird
Sprouted from nothing we
From the dirt
Wasn't shit they was kicking me
To the curb
Wasn't shit they was kicking me to the curb