Fligga - Open Locker

Fuck you if you don't fuck me
I'm showing out publicly
Spitting in the camera like Pac before I drop
This is hip hop I mean that real hip hop
I used my left hand when I whip rock
This where the shit stop
They laughed when I was piss poor
I just tucked twenty five
This feel like the old Benz days with the buggy eyes
Tike said I ain't letting nothing fly
This shit I'll hit em with they be calling God
Oh my I dropped the top on Collins
Just to show em how these Queens niggas get it popping
Chains out at the food spot in Opa-locka
This is it this my open locker
I had two thousand dollars on spilling Henny on me
I remember days I had no pennies on me
Hustling with those twelve twelve skinnies on me
Now all my memories is therapeutic
All these wins but I remember losing I ain't foolish
Lose your roof and they become ruthless
Rap is like a diary I leave it in my music
I be shaking with the shakers moving with the movement
We don't do the switching sides it ain't no pick and choosing
If you gone then you gone nigga
Good riddance
And that go for bitches too you know I'm out here living
I pushed my pride to side and let you tell those lies
And now it is what it is fuck the other side
Hotter than the oven in the summer time
Forth of July I'm calling your bluff
Oh you up you a lie
It's lock out and we still winning like the Spurs
Keep me away from weirdos
Revenge of the nerds
Check it one two middle finger through the sunroof
Forever hustle don't get comfortable
They only judge but they don't know what you going through
I gotta win it ain't no number two

Written by:
John Dozier

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find