Hollywood Kilo - Joy

Tryna kill my joy
Getting paranoid
I ain't have no choice
Tryna kill my joy
Feeling paranoid
I ain't no I ain't have no choice
Niggas tryna kill my joy tell em good luck
Nigga flex like steroids in my two cups
Niggas getting paranoid when I pull up
Nigga I ain't got no choice to bring my hood up wit me
Tryna hold me down but it's too late
Nigga I won't change my sound hoe I'm cool-aid
Nigga thought that I would drown from this new wave
Nigga solid from my crown to my shoelace
I plea the fifth in a world full of niggas that snitch
Solid I stand on my six man this what I get
I spent my last on some niggas that had it and ain't give me shit
Nigga talk about drip i put my blood and my sweat into people that wasn't legit
My lady left me went back to her ex and been texting that man since he got out the pen
My nigga let me go down for a bid left my ass in a cell and went home to his kids
I lost my dog to the same streets that I promise to love and protect to the end
We spin the block and go look for that man
His brother his woman or some of his friends
Loss for a loss everyone meet at the cross
When all this shit fina end gang call a truce
We call it cool make amends
Police kill us like a trend share or hit send
Go and show some of they friends here they go judging again
These niggas pretend they never been in the shoes or the Tim's that a nigga been in
Bet they would bend if loyalty equals to royalties
You niggas wouldn't touch a band and that's on my man's
Niggas tryna kill my joy tell em good luck
Nigga flex like steroids in my two cups
Niggas getting paranoid when I pull up
Nigga I ain't got no choice to bring my hood up wit me
Tryna hold me down but it's too late
Nigga I won't change my sound hoe I'm cool-aid
Nigga thought that I would drown from this new wave
Nigga solid from my crown to my shoelace
On my way to the bag like im Mario
Got your bitch in my lap doing cardio
Front my Nigga a pack bet he already know ain't no running off on Sicario's
Shit ain't been the same since I quit my job
I've been hitting stains I've been burning logs
Even burn some bridges with these other niggas cause these pussies can't fuck with the big dog
We had holes in the roof construction was pending my mama depending on the family for loot
It rained that night and the night after to
I swear it filled like we lived in a pool
Daddy was Trippin Sos crippin so what he expect that his son was gone do
Now I'm that dude
Niggas thought that I was flexing man I was just trying to make moves
Now watch how I do Lead by example you canceled if you can't live by these rules
They say I'm a fool ride around with the tool Can't take a chance with these jewels
Ain't coming up short I don't need no one support
I'm a go get it for sure put the ball in my court
I came up fresh off the porch bet I go get me a Porsche
Put that on the forks

Written by:
Edward Ripley

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