BIG LO$ and Jonny Capone - Lame

Uon kno bout da struggle, uon kno bout da pain
Shoot first no questions, and we ain't sayin no names
Trappin twenty seven, and hittin licks in da rain
Ion fuck with no nigga, cuz most of dese nigga lame
Need to stay in yo lane, can't relate you lames
Me and you can never be da same, I'm too real and you too lame
You could never run wit da gang, weon fuck around wit you lames
Move da fuck around if lame
End up bustin rounds at you lames

My uncles taught me da game, shoulda had real niggas teach you
Old nigga started hatin on us, so he sent da police thu
Hit Redd said say I'm pullin up, he already kno i'm gettin lease two
My young nigga he about his money, been da plug high school
Always gettin to it never content
Reach in yo pockets you pull out sum lent
Baby girl I'm da best dat it get, Seventeen I was payin da rent
Whole gang wit da money rag, money power respect
Wake up kiss my lil boy den I hit da streets and run up a check
My solid like granite, you nigga soffer den panties
All dat fakebook, instascammin, if I pull u'll panic
Real nigga imma chase bread, my nigga dough just went Fed
Stuff da hunnids underneath da bed, can't believe Allen Ray dead
My nigga just came home, can't believe CJ gone
My young nigga had big dreams, I only got em on one song
Takin dese drugs to cover da pain
Suckin my dick while she pull on my chain
Real nigga ion fuck with da lames
Since Trell died Dixie ain't da same

Uon kno bout da struggle, uon kno bout da pain
Shoot first no questions, and we ain't sayin no names
Trappin twenty seven, and hittin licks in da rain
Ion fuck with no nigga, cuz most of dese nigga lame
Need to stay in yo lane, can't relate you lames
Me and you can never be da same, I'm too real and you too lame
You could never run wit da gang, weon fuck around wit you lames
Move da fuck around if lame
End up bustin rounds at you lames

They uon kno about da struggle
They uon kno about da pain
They uon kno about outta da mud
They uon kno about through da rain
I really been through da shit
Time loss wit wounds to heal
Shouts out too BIG LO$, dis shit mean somethin to me for real
Boss ties, and dat's on da hood
Nawfside, get dat understood
Noodles in ya lap, if you cross me while ya making a juug
Fuck steppin, i'm a grown ass stomper
Street stalker in yo window with yo tonsils on my thumper bitch

You was raised up pussy
You was raised up lame
I was raised round killers and dealers
And different types of rats with good brain
Bark loud, but you bite like a bitch
Have them doctors come from home and shit
Ya family in the ER cryin prayin you make it bitch
They don't really want them problems, that fool bullet brain
Dem cats pull up, hop out
Heavy artillery what dey aimin
Shoot first, no questions
Jump on da slab, what da fuck is a name
Text Half and tell him that I made it out again mane damn

Uon kno bout da struggle, uon kno bout da pain
Shoot first no questions, and we ain't sayin no names
Trappin twenty seven, and hittin licks in da rain
Ion fuck with no nigga, cuz most of dese nigga lame
Need to stay in yo lane, can't relate you lames
Me and you can never be da same, I'm too real and you too lame
You could never run wit da gang, weon fuck around wit you lames
Move da fuck around if lame
End up bustin rounds at you lames

Written by:
Johnathun Taylor Sr., Karlos Richardson

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