Davante Liv3 - RNDNA

Pull up on me
Kidnap the coupe
The roof might come up missing
Said it's love but fuck that shit
Yeah You gotta show me different
Life full of trial and error
Money been my co defedant
Use to have a pot to piss in
Same thing granny whipped the grits in
Funds saying insufficient
Close friends seeming distant
Talking to my sister raven hope that she can see the vision
Punches rollin off my shoulder Floyd if i get defensive
Real nigga DNA like they had to run forensics
Light bulbs going off crazy I got tunnel vision
Terror squad no pun intended
Pull up with a 100 niggas
And if that shit was to ever happen
It would be a hundred bitches with us
Jog down memory lane
Knowing that they can't forget us
Pictures that I paint for niggas
Life been in portrait mode
We all in the same season just a different episode
How can I stay motivated when I'm reaching all my goals
I've be trying to chill
Swear I've be trying to chill
Swear I've be trying to chill
But these niggas keep testing me
And I know this aint what's best for me
Niggas won't say how they really feel
Fuckin with her I like how she make me feel
Fake love but that ass real
Keep it gangsta I'm still in my bag still
My niggas gone ride till the last wheel
Rest in peace shirt make the Shit real
Call up my ex can I hit still
Don't play with the kid better sit still
Reporting live from the west side
Where a nigga kill a nigga and we still gone Scream black lives
I was like seven when I got Baptized
Seven years later nigga toting that fire
Looked at as a felon so the jobs won't hire
But you good in street ain't nobody going try
Just came for the cash ain't nobody going die
Everybody slick Rick when it's eye for a eye
Niggas wanna live like fuck gettin by
Penthouse suite like fuck gettin high
Brand new whip can't eat in the ride
Me and yo bitch like peas in a pod
Ain't worried bout nothing let's stick to the facts
Don't talk hands we gone stick to the raps
Nigga talk hands then that lead to the gats
Been through this before we gone leave it at that
Flow sowing the beat I'm just glue in the track
No new friends boy you good where you at
Add up the money the love gone subtract
Nigga be frontin get stabbed in the back
How you call em a goat but they verses wack
Get all excited bout nursery raps
Cat in the hat
Cats in the trap
Grew up with cats ain't no coming back
Cats in the jungle that kill for the pack
No roar we attack if we feelin a threat
Rappers is actors they leaving the set
They throw up them signs you believing in that
Boy that is to shit crazy
No more free verses just pay me
Don't know what got into me lately
I think I just love that they hate me
Niggas won't say how they really feel
Fuckin with her I like how she make me feel
Fake love but that ass real
Keep it gangsta I'm still in my bag still
My niggas gone ride till the last wheel
Rest in peace shirt make the Shit real
Call up my ex can I hit still
Don't play with the kid better sit still

Written by:
Andre Broadwater

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