NLM Geno - B4 Rap

I just hit a lick got all this paper on me. Fucked a couple bitches niggaz hatin on me. Way before this rap shit I was takin homie. Now I'm on this rap shit bitches waitin on me. Fuck the cpd they wanna stick it to us. Niggaz ain't our bruthaz they a witness to us. Say It's a trail on that paper wit a sentence to it. Watch the fake finesse I keep my distance to it.

I just got sum new money. That shit smell like old work. U aint got no money nigga. U ain't put in no work. Niggaz hustle backwards askin u to put em on first. Front u and u fell off. Now u caint get no work. I just dropped a bad bitch. I know she probably hate me for it. She know I’m a shine tried to trap me she was waitin for it. Money calls caint ignore it. Goin broke I caint afford it. Split them licks up 60-40. U make ten only spend 40. Real this real that I heard they bringin real back. Niggaz haters real facts. Broke boys real wack. Dope boys real trap. Real trenches. ILL map. Careful where u chill at. This where folks got killed at. Gotta keep a glock when u got oppositions. Fuck ya enemies it be the niggaz witcha. U was really blood that’s why I thought to kill ya. U ain’t loyal to the game so u won’t get no richer.

I just hit a lick got all this paper on me. Fucked a couple bitches niggaz hatin on me. Way before this rap shit I was takin homie. Now I'm on this rap shit bitches waitin on me. Fuck the cpd they wanna stick it to us. Niggaz ain't our bruthaz they a witness to us. Say It's a trail on that paper wit a sentence to it. Watch the fake finesse I keep my distance to it.

Stuck off in the trenches by ya self. Ain’t no niggaz breakin bread witcha. Bitches done played u left. Same ones u gave sum game to the same ones turn they neck. They for self. But I’m back up on my grind feelin myself. I remember all the fake love when I first got booked. I remember all my real bloods put money on them books. Even Wayne put 600 on my bond ‘fore I could look. Damn RIP my nigga I got goosebumps I just shook. I’m a 2 time felon for finessin bein aggressive. I was taught to send them police off answer no questions. I learned from all these hoes not to treat a bitch too special. I never seen a dove or a swan in stormy weather. Niggaz wish me well all the while hoping I fail. Used to be my mans a hunnid grand now I caint tell. Caint fuck wit u new niggaz either janky asl. Show and tell. What’s the point of doin dirt if u gone tell. Hot as hell.

I just hit a lick got all this paper on me. Fucked a couple bitches niggaz hatin on me. Way before this rap shit I was takin homie. Now I'm on this rap shit bitches waitin on me. Fuck the cpd they wanna stick it to us. Niggaz ain't our bruthaz they a witness to us. It's a trail on that paper wit a sentence to it. Watch the fake finesse I keep my distance to it.

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