Lance DeVinci - For My

One time for my niggas, where you at
Two times for my niggas trying to make it where you at
I been plotting on the nation, tell a mason where I'm at
This a needle in a stack
This a rare case, pull up bare face, then beat them with a bat
This a violent territory
Where niggas get hella gory
The bars I spit telling stories about a nigga trying to make it
Everybody started from the bottom like a basement
Everybody got a couple bills, trying to pay it
Everybody want to make a mill, that's the favorite wish a nigga have
I'm coming from packing ham
From serving a nigga food, to having food in my hand
I'm feeding it to the fam
Mid finger up to the man who systemized the system we living in day to day
Why niggas get sprayed with Ks, 12 killing them dead to waste
What we doing (what we do)
All I know I'm making this music to make a movement
Everybody want to out trap a nigga
I'm rapping on rapping niggas
I'm spinning circles on niggas
They asking what happened nigga
This music dead
I'm hungry like my whole life a nigga wanted this
I don't think they raps is real, I think they counterfeit
If you get offended guess the shoe kind of fit
I'm astonishing, no need to argue it
Had the old soul since a youngin, so they said
If you ain't talking cash, what's the business then
One time for my niggas where you at
Two times for my niggas where you at
Three times for my niggas where you at
Where you at, where you at
One time for my bitches where you at
Two times for my bitches where you at
Three times for my bitches where you at
Where you at, where you at
So here I stand
Currently without a dime in my hand
Need some new cash, old money getting thin
Fucked up, when I start to think about life again, but here we go again
Young head acknowledge him as Go-Go Gadget
I got hella tools for the man
I been passive, but actively I'm now on they head
Ask your pastor, this still the holiest of scriptures spread, pardon you
I would say pardon me, but this apply to you, back back
I'm a rapper killer, this'll probably shoot
Half ass rappers chatting about shit they never do
Yeah, a nigga raised on don't let them work as hard you
That's why on every damn song a nigga go his hardest too
Homie said yeah lately I been snapping a lot
A piece of life in every verse that I jot
I can't help it homie
This the shit that get me through life
Replays of my thoughts brought to life
But will they play this on the radio
Free thoughts you already know
Most times they don't let it show
It's just me and my niggas though
If you been here from the jump say what up, what up yeah
But will they play this on the radio
Free thoughts you already know
Most times they don't let it show
It's just me and my niggas though
If you been here from the jump say what up, what up yeah
One time for my niggas where you at
Two times for my niggas where you at
Three times for my niggas where you at
Where you at, where you at
One time for my bitches where you at
Two times for my bitches where you at
Three times for my bitches where you at
Where you at, where you at

Written by:
Devon Davis, Joyce Morris

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