Juicer Cru - Vent Session/FUCK EVERYBODY
So many people around me wanna see me down
Day ones that I trusted
Yeah they switching now
Shit don't show fake love if I'm in the ground
Whether it's pape or bitches
Niggas acting different now
Like we wasn't the same niggas splitting a couple dollars around
Niggas putting pape over loyalty that's they problem now
I ain't the type of nigga give something expect something back
I ask that you keep it real and don't stab me in my back
I had that shit happen in my past
I just pour a four just to numb all that
First love thought she was real
Now it's fuck all that
I was sixteen young still fucking up a bag
Now I'm twenty a couple years now I'm off my ass
I done got ten times ten
Nigga do the math
You can ask mom and pops I gave em a couple racks
Told em stash dat
I don't like being broke
That shit give me flashbacks
Cold winters, empty stomachs
Thinking about them nights if I want it then I'm on it
Got my first k from that robbing and that jugging
That ain't no cap
Nah that ain't no fronting
So many niggas dropping in the city
You gotta look around
PTSD from hearing all these fucking bullet sounds
I gotta put my family in the hills just to know they safe
I ain't gonna waste days of putting money in a dirty safe
Or push the gas speeding past the jakes
I ain't worried about no opp I'm worried about the pape
Because like nipsey said this life shit a race
And I ain't worried worry about a bitch
Iont do the chase
My mama told me bitches ain't shit
Why you think I say what I say
I always trusted my parents word til' this fucking day
Mama always told me I was special
Like my 38
Young boy with a entourage that be shooting like we a whole clique full of Michael Bay's
Hit my bitch in her mouth so she can't say what the fuck she be tryna say
I put that bitch in a full Nelson
Cuz she be tryna talk too much, I ain't tryna play
I'm in that one bag
Not the duffel
Yeah I'm talking about my trash bag
Lil bitch I told her go hop in that hatchback
Yeah I'm trying to go hit the road and tryna get that trash bag
Sike nah I mean my cash back
I'm finna get more commas in this bitch than they got hashtags
And that's a fucking fact
This lil bitch tryna go suck the dick for some fucking racks
But I ain't finna spend a penny
Me and bro in the club we was sipping remy
Sike nah we was in the crib
Smoking on a wood while we fucking on some twinny twins
I gotta put my family in the hills just to know they safe
I ain't gonna waste days of putting money in a dirty safe
Or push the gas speeding past the jakes
I ain't worried about no opp I'm worried about the pape
Because like nipsey said this life shit a race
And I ain't worried about a bitch
Iont do the chase
My mama told me bitches ain't shit
Why you think I say what I say
I always trusted my parents word til this fucking day
Written by:
Juicer Cru
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