Markuan Dokes, Christopher Moss and Jamarious Lewis - Psa
Public service
Mane I gotta announcement
This shit that I'm smoking
I can't even pronounce it
If she want my money
Then she gotta bounce it
If they ain't got that bread
For that show you can cancel it
Nigga say he want smoke
So we gave his ass cancer sticks
Niggas ain't loyal
They faker than Countifeits
Trapped out the cirbnb
We got pounds In this bitch
Fuck niggas
cin't even allowed in this bitch
She say im Her bay
But Ian in Tampa
Pockets On Fat
Like The Back Of Camel
She suck me so sloppy
I ask where her manners
She from the hood
But she got her standards
Hoe hoe hoe
Mane I got em like Santa
My life like a movie
Don't you change the Channel
I gave they ass bars
That's some they can't handle
No snakes on my plane
Take that shit back to Samuel
So many hoes
I feel like pimp Lucious
Put a Glock In yo name
cin't not time for excuses
If she can't do it
Then really she useless
Ima Full time swiper
But I'm stuck in this music
I came up bumping
That gucci and boosie
Niggas with attitude
But I'm ruthless
Tool box
Mane this hoe tryna screw me
Niggas mad
Cuz these bitches be choosing
Real niggas
Mane We bringing back unity
This my moment
cnd my opportunity
I got me a chance
To change my community
I been grinding
People think it's two of me
I been thru it all
This shit ain't none new to me
Niggas fake
Mane they Fake like they jewelry
cnd Yeen no Gangsta
So stop the foolery
Niggas fell off
Now they wanna come back
Glock like Lebron
But the clip holding Shaq
I remember
When they said i was wack
DOc
I gotta kill every track
Pretty bitches
They get hit from the back
She say she love me
I pull out her tracks
When we done
Mane i dropped her some racks
Start her a business
cnd she double that
Public service
Mane I gotta announcement
This shit that I'm smoking
I can't even pronounce it
If she want my money
Then she gotta bounce it
If they ain't got that bread
For that show you can cancel it
Nigga say he want smoke
So we gave his ass cancer sticks
Niggas ain't loyal
They faker than Countifeits
Trapped out the cirbnb
We got pounds In this bitch
Fuck niggas
cin't even allowed in this bitch
She say im Her bay
But Ian in Tampa
Pockets On Fat
Like The Back Of Camel
She suck me so sloppy
I ask where her manners
She from the hood
But she got her standards
Hoe hoe hoe
Mane I got em like Santa
My life like a movie
Don't you change the Channel
I gave they ass bars
That's some they can't handle
No snakes on my plane
Take that shit back to Samuel
See I done been up
cnd I done been down
Niggas be clowns
Don't want em around
Swimming sharks
Just hope ion drown
I can deal with my opps
But I'm watching my friends
See betrayal
Mane it come from within
Niggas fake
So they try to pretend
Camouflage
Can't hide that you hate
I Been grinding
Since minimum wage
cin't Shìt change
But my age and I'm paid
I know some stories
I Take to the grave
Never knew
That these niggas would trade
Cut em off
Like they ass got a fade
I need my cake
Like I'm making a funnel
I done
Finessed my way out the jungle
I'm on they ass
But i remain humble
Throw up the gang
Let em know that I'm G
Money on my mind
That's all that i see
Come to the block
If you wanna get me
Written by:
TYLER VINCINT-NEIL LEWIS
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