Woodah - Bristol Creek (Outro)

I'm from a city where most niggas never see shit
Running from my past so I gotta move my feet quick
Shoutout to the nigga that told me I wouldn't be shit
Who poppin in this bitch, Three times, it's like a sequence
Coolin on my defense
Posted up for the weekend
Chillin with three niggas
So shawty need to bring three friends
Im back in school
Never been acting but act a fool
Niggas acting cool
Mad when they seen with this rapping do
I'm a stick and move
Tables still turning I'm playing pool
With a past that keeps me heated I manage to play it cool
I'm jumping off the porch and somehow that nigga flew
See what God will do
He'll keep you off corners and avenues
Flexing on them niggas , been improving my fitness
Young thug shit boy I stay bout my digits
And the world inside my hand I spin it round like a fidget
On my paper I'm Goliath on yo shit you a midget
This that Grown man business ain't no time to be kidding
Doing all that capping niggas still wearing fitteds
Smoking dope to ease the pain
Until my problems are finished
I'm in the rain and nothings changed
Im getting higher than quiddich

Until my problems are finished
Until my problems are finished
Im in the rain and nothings changed
Im getting higher than quiddich

Bad bitches on the left side
Tryna get a check , I Ain't felt tender love and care since we had lisa left eye
I'm tryna be the best guy
She tryna be my last
She see a nigga smiling
But she clueless bout my past
So I'm a hit dip and dash
Type of guy that's down to spazz
Getting cash
Grabbing ass
Rolling pressure
Puff and pass
Told myself the last L I caught would have to be my last
And the last snake I cut off had me burning down the grass

Written by:
Will Comer

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