Lil Mike Da Vett - GMR

I ain't ever had shit I do it for dollars
You know I run this mothafucka you ain't even jogging
Single white mother where my black father
I grew up with gangstas, murderers and robbers
He had it and I didn't fuck it so fuck it I robbed em
Trapping on the fucking block on the block I shot em
Single white mother where my black father
I grew up with gangstas, murders and robbers
Murders and robbers I'm robbing drug dealing
Phoenix Arizona there's another killing
I don't a need a mask I don't plan to leave a witness
Robb em for the stash we got the bags we getting our licks in
You niggas is some fucking jokes you gotta be kidding
Everytime I spin the blok I'm leaving em dizzy
You know I'm in the building higher then the ceiling
I had that Bobby Brown my bitch turned to Whitney
Papa looking for a ma won't turn down no Remy
My motivation is Kanye but I don't want no Kimmi
That's my brother wife name he should've wore a Jimmy
Get the fuck up off that dope bitch take care of yo children
I ain't ever had shit I do it for dollars
You know I had to be a father I got my son and daughters
You know I love you mom I know it's hard to raise a monster
I grew up with gangstas, murders and robbers
I ain't ever had shit I do it for dollars
You know I run this mothafucka you ain't even jogging
Single white mother where my black father
I grew up with gangstas, murderers and robbers
He had it and I didn't fuck it so fuck it I robbed em
Trapping on the fucking block on the block I shot em
Single white mother where my black father
I grew up with gangstas, murders and robbers
My block hotter then the summer just fucked one my babymommas
Don't give a fuck about that drama I got my kids and this money
You hating I fuckin love it where Weezy I'm right above it
She need me but I don't love her she sleezy man why I fuck her
Now I fuck on a foreign braud I'm wiping a foreign car
Like Mike bitch living large Lil Mike big dawg in charge
Hot boi she love the sauce iced out she love the frost
Real shit you niggas fraud press play I press stop
I'm on the road to riches can't trust no hoes or niggas
I put my heart into the street the streets put bullets in my liver
Like what the fuck am I chasing how the fuck I deliver
Rest In peace to my niggas Mark, Colton, Richard
Sipin' on coronas still tryna find Jehovah
Shooting shots blindly I caught one in the shoulder
Seven more up in my body I got back up just like a soldier
I came back bitch I'm Da Vett now you know it's over

Written by:
Michael Lowry

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