LRN Nola - 45 Fedora

Shit
This shit sound like some
Shit
From the ‘99 to the 2000s Type shit
Ya heard me
Kill
What you think kill that’s hard?
I’m bout to ride this bitch so hard
Ya heard me
LRN
They’d prolly love me more
If I had cap in my lyrics
I know they’d prolly love me More if I ain’t have an opinion
This shit in my blood it ain’t no image
Seen more loads then coke dealers
Welcome to ratchet city
Where the same one smiling a cold killer
We play with Choppas at the right time
We be slanging them cutters
Bloody Mary
Hide when it’s night time
If I get pulled over bout this shit
It’s never gone be fine
You gone have to kill me
If you want success
I’ma drop my blood sweat and tears
That’s on mawmaw daughter
Til I drop dead
I don’t let my past interfere with nun
If you ain’t catch on
You still can’t hold me
I ain’t talking no nursing home
But these niggas know
They ain’t tryna see the old me
These niggas cap too much like Ne-yo
Paranoid when they get closer
I done got bout 3 opps on my line
This forty-five gone put him six Tho
Stop with all that talking loud
Think you just be talking clout
If I flash out in 4,5 seconds
You won’t talk at all
I had caught big felonies
Told em lower my case
I dont cap at all
When WalkDownNuke get behind the wall
I’ma take on all his problems
Big APs for them days in the mud
Had to go run it up we on a time limit
Talk your shit but play it safe
This shit get critical
You could die a critic
I’ma tell the truth cause if a lie
That mean I fear
I fear no life nigga
Claiming when you see me you gone wipe
You ain’t no motherfuckin’ slime nigga
They’d prolly love me more
If I had cap in my lyrics
I know they’d prolly love me
More if I ain’t have an opinion
This shit in my blood it ain’t no image
Seen more loads then coke
dealers
Welcome to ratchet city
Where the same one smiling a cold killer
We play with Choppas at the right time
We be slanging them cutters
Bloody Mary
Hide when it’s night time
If I get pulled over bout this shit
It’s never gone be fine
You gone have to kill me
If you want success
I’ma drop my blood sweat and tears
That’s on mawmaw daughter, til I drop dead
Everybody been saying keep going
You gone put on for our city
Bitches in Houston fuckin’ with me
Ain’t got nun do bout
Whitney Houston
But live and die right by that glizzy
I chose you over everybody
Chose everybody over me
Bitch did I ever lie to you
So why the fuck you lie to me?
Trying to take a trip to Nova Scotia
Prolly fer a balayer
That shit was French you google it
It’ll say we slangin’ iron today
I just been trying to maintain
NFL gone flag me on the play
Michael Jackson
Billy Jean
I don’t know the bitch
Don’t know her face
They prolly hate theyself for knowing
They couldn’t never compete
Bitch must be crazy
Think she getting a Birkin Bag
Outta me
I’ma put my young shooters on him
Give em P.T like a cruiser
Bless him with hollows
Spray the whole damn block hallelujah
They’d prolly love me more
If I had cap in my lyrics
I know they’d prolly love me More if I ain’t have an opinion
This shit in my blood it ain’t no image
Seen more loads then coke dealers
Welcome to ratchet city
Where the same one smiling a cold killer
We play with Choppas at the right time
We be slanging them cutters
Bloody Mary
Hide when it’s night time
If I get pulled over bout this shit
It’s never gone be fine
You gone have to kill me
If you want success
I’ma drop my blood sweat and tears
That’s on mawmaw daughter
Til I drop dead
Ya heard me
That’s it

Written by:
Mia Lindsey

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