NFE Gee - Cracked (feat. S-Quiar)

Bitch I get money
Half of these niggas is funny
Whip off my nose like its running
Half of these niggas is buming
Before I slid north used to stare at the mirror like damn I was slumming
Uh bitch I got money
Here take 100k
Sike
Like I'm about to finance a dummy
You cunning like honey
Nigga you sticky
You look like the president
Shit you was running
Used to interrupt teach so I could slide to the bathroom
And take a few hits off the fiend vice
A lot of these niggas claim loyal but at the end of the day
They gone rat like some mean mice
They be hitting me up for some shit that I purchased before
But you ratted wont need twice
I'm not gonna stay around niggas who outed my dawgs
Fuck on with that be nice
They be asking for digits I'm running a business
I ain't got no time for no street fights
Better call all your midgets cause you'll need a witness
When all of your niggas get beat twice
Yea I got dreadlocks
Iced out my wrist but before I saw bedrock
Rock bottom niggas can't get on a Ted talk
Rock bottom niggas put you in a headlock
Feel like I'm lucky my shake is a shamrock
Guns on the table I'm taking the hand glock
Shorty get dick I don't care what her mans on
Don't call me an asshole go stupid like Handcock
Leaving the bed
Checking the clock every minute I ain't tryna be with this bitch
Sleep wit the feds
Piggies be thinking I'm cappin cause I got a brand new Patek
Like bitch I get money
Get to the chicken like Sony
Clap on her on cake she got dummy
Falling over nigga clumsy
Ballin over niggas money's
Yea he got bugs like he bunny
Sticky ass fingers like honey
Aim for his brains got him running
I get dark its never sunny
Incapable to find the funny
But capable to get the money

Hold up ima go stupid right quick
Said you was painting a picture I looked at your canvas that nigga was making a list
Said you was making a mixture I listened my nigga it ain't even properly mixed
Said you was reading the scripture
Then nigga remember the lines cause I wrote the script
Said you was drinking elixir than where are your powers at nigga cause you still a bitch
Give me the name of your sister
I know you don't miss her that's why she gon suck on my dick
My nigga you giving me blisters I ain't gonna diss her just letting her tickle the tip
Tickle the tip
Shit that was fire this bitch got me bustin in under a minute
Under a minute like where is the time in this bitch
Can't stay with the killers gone die in the bitch
My mom said keep working
I'm trying this bitch
If you say you gone ride don't lie in this bitch
Flipped all the bags
I know there's questions that you want to ask
Don't make it slow I can only go fast
Intelligent I did not need COVID to pass
In Harrowgate you get the fuck lit
On the real gotta watch who you fuck wit
Came out of school straight to the bucket
Ditched the fools
They weren't real I said fuck it
When you out in the streets gotta tuck it
Cops be tryna fry a nigga like nuggets
Fuck the police, niggas packing like luggage
Doing all the niggas the roughest
Call some niggas lick
They giving lip till I pull up they get hit like one
Yo bitch on my dick
She fill of shit
Said I'm the bomb bitch I tick like one
I was 16 w three different jobs
Stuck to the paper like corn on the cob
Fishing for hustles like hooks on a cod
Staying in my lane and praying to god
I'm praying to god
You don't want smoke w that pole it go crazy
You move wrong SQ and I laying the rod
I seen a nigga mac on a bitch who was his best friends ex
Now I'm just saying that's odd
You go against code then you not a bro
Just a bitch
Anything you say I'm claiming it's fraud
We claiming its fraud
I'm not into fraud
Get your ass clapped with this round of applause
I knew when dissed it was all a trick
Thinkin your piss don't stink
Friendship was all just an act
It's okay I'm in my bag
If my bag were shoes shits would be yeezys your bag is the Shaqs
Bitch in my dms she wanna get steaks
You payin
Cuz I got ramen in packs
She know I got bread now that's why she asked
Fuck that fake bitch they call you when you gotta stack
Expect me to buy you some diamonds if thats the case
Give me pink panther I need it like Jacques
Y'all don't know struggle my life's been a hustle
You think it's a joke when I say "cuz I'm black"
Walk thru the store w my hands in my pockets
They on my ass faster than bolt on the track
Not nearly as fast as the haters gone turn to some fans
Before I was ass now I'm cracked

Written by:
Langhston Smith, Zion Smith

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