JoDolo - Rap Niggas

Im just like them other fucking rap niggas
We all dead in the end
Im just like them other fucking rap niggas
Put a price on my head
Rather 6 than 12 lil nigga On God
Like them trappin ass niggas
Hustle man we all got shooters On God
Lets make it home my nigga
RIP Pop Smoke send the addy we gone slide
Do a false move on the net and niggas come to take yo life
One day you get a check and the next day yo mama crying
Jealousy the new motive and this shit is horrifying
Last night I was chilling with my niggas
Smoking couple blunts me and you ain’t no different
I was telling Tony I don’t wanna die over rap beef niggas might do me like Pac
Or Biggie
Or Nipsey
Yo look at 50
9 bullets thats plenty to fucking kill me
If it ain’t my brother than its the police killing me
Boy I don’t trust a fucking soul if you asking me
Boy when I die burry me with my hard drives
A little jar of weed in case im tryna get high
When I die you won’t see me release no songs
Cuz only fake niggas follow you
Right after you gone
Im just like them other fucking rap niggas
We all dead in the end
Im just like them other fucking rap niggas
Put a price on my head
Rather 6 than 12 lil nigga On God
Like them trappin ass niggas
Hustle man we all got shooters On God
Lets make it home my nigga
Lets make it home my nigga
We came a long way but we still halfway nigga
The government tryna build a wall
Then watch me build a bridge
And even if I fall im sticking to the script UH
But I ain’t nothing like you rap niggas
Im the same in my J’s on the ice or on the stage
Niggas try but can’t relate im nothing like them fakes
I can spot a snake before he try to converse
Get up in the morning wake and bake im getting cake
Im on my grind everyday I know I got what it takes
Bitch im never late im doing me if you asking
Lets roll another blunt don’t give a fuck they gone keep waiting
Put a price on my head
Show money
We all dead in the end
No money
Rather 6 than 12
Dirty money
Everybody home tonight
Thats money
Im just like them other fucking rap niggas
We all dead in the end
Im just like them other fucking rap niggas
Put a price on my head
Rather 6 than 12 lil nigga On God
Like them trappin ass niggas
Hustle man we all got shooters On God
Lets make it home my nigga

Written by:
Jonathan Diaby

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