OB - funinthesun.

Aye
Boy I been around the block
Know a homie that trapped in a cell
He don't break a sweat when he see cops
From the part of the hood where the youngins is living on meth
And praising glocks
Got me questioning the savior like man, God, when do these things stop
Aye, He said I don't even know
Back on my grind now they can't even cope
Everything white but we don't do coke
I stayed silent, my fans been wildin', talking 'bout õb we need more
Gimme time, I'm next in the city
Put the 5 on with my niggas with me
Tryna get it and run me a milli
Who you know that got... hold up, wait
Who you know done got praised in streets like this nigga legit didn't release for a year
None of you can walk in my shoes I'm sorry, I know you want few of my pairs
Teach yourself to go get it alone lil homie, just trust me
Nobody cares till you get your stacks
And then they gon' act like they been through with you
When these niggas know nothing 'bout that
Be on my dolo, don't want any gang
Gotta be straight if I'm calling you slatt
How's that?

Written by:
Obakeng Mashiloane

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