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Who really want war with us
You niggas is bitches yall far from tough
I'm pulling cards I had enough
Boy that is not mud that is robotuss
This choppa make niggas go run and duck
I fucked yo lil bitch while you fell in love
I'm getting to the money I know I should
Just a country young nigga straight out the hood
Yeeeaaaaaaaaa
Pa pa fa
That's the draco
Give yo whole street a lil makeover
Make that boy dance that's a crossover
Shot to the head that's a hangover
This is a real nigga takeover
You smoking on mid that is not doja
A lot of og's ain't nothing but posers
This the day a young nigga have to expose ya
A young nigga world thought that melly told ya
Heart is all gone chest hard like a boulder
Just talked to big god he said I'm a soldier
Devil sent fuck niggas cuz I had chose ya
Keep the heat on you the world getting colder
Never ever fold stay away from them folders
When they keep hating just dust off yo shoulders
Self made lil nigga just call me a molder
Niggas aint even catch that
Stupid ass niggas
Let the beat ride a lil bit
Gone and let it ride
Ok
She wanna fuck me now told her its too late
Fuck a hibachi bitch eat on this cheesecake
Remember when fuck niggas ate in my fnace
They really thought I'll never be this great
Pick the pen up and I started to create
Watch how I work and shoot off to 1st place
Keep a small circle and I'll still say my granace
No I'm not thuggin I'll still tie my lanace
I'm a real nigga just watch how I step
No I'm not sagging this a Loui belt
Nothing ain't sweet pistol to my left
Don't need no congrats keep that to yo self
Don't look in my eyes might end up in hell
Is it just me or is it hot up in here
A real nigga is what a fuck nigga fear
Can't go to war without choppers dear
I thought yall niggas already knew that
Thought yall niggas already knew that
Slow it down a lil bit these fuck niggas ain't catching on
Retarded as a muthafucka man
Ain't slowing shit down I'm getting to the money
I want it fast I want them blue hunnids
All eyes on me I got my haters wondering
How the hell he got paper from Monday to sunday
Sunday to monday prayed for abundance
Fuck all you crackers yall knew we was coming
Knowledgeable records yall thought I was fronting
Fuck being humble I'm with all the stunting
Speak up lil nigga stop doing all that mumbling
Shot to yo chest since you think shit is funny
Them boys all cap they not having no money
Don't play like you tough when you sweet as some honey
Wiped that boy nose I thought it was running
Sent him to heaven went flying like a bungee
Not popping no percs I am not a junkie
Poppin his shit got him popped in his tommy

Written by:
Jerrode Lawson

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