NLM Geno - Finesse Is Life

Finesse is my life. I know sum shit I Caint tell. If they catch us all together they gone sentence us hell. Whatch ya mouth for gossip one of yo niggaz might tell. I know a bitch keep it realer I got her checkin the mail. U know we trap out them trenches might work the clock for sum pay. U keep yo alibi solid fuck what them ppl gone say. U find yo way out the hood u show yo niggaz the way. I know sum niggaz gone hate. Get out ya feelings ok.

Hittin licks what I do. Don't be a lick that shit fu. But sumbody gotta get got ya better hope it ain't u. I hope this shit don't leave trace. U know no face then no case. I had to learn me sum secrets and I caint tell to this day. I never tell anyway. I'm no how I'm no snitch. Ion care bout that pressure boa I ain't crack in for shit. I made a choice on the porch. I jumped right off of that bitch. Tasted the finer things in life now I want all of that shit. I might just catch me a flight. We run it up state to state. My dog got caught red handed now he on case number 8. Let me change up the subject. Caint go for that Bobby smurder. In the courtroom facing charges like u on trial for murder. I know some drug dealing niggaz into breakin them banks. Some of em a lil sheisty. They might zero ya franks. It's new day and age. All these finesses and robbers. Don't have no evidence on u when them polices come knocking.

Finesse is my life. I know sum shit I Caint tell. If they catch us all together they gone sentence us hell. Whatch ya mouth for gossip one of yo niggaz might tell. I know a bitch keep it realer I got her checkin the mail. U know we trap out them trenches might work the clock for sum pay. U keep yo alibi solid fuck what them ppl gone say. U find yo way out the hood u show yo niggaz the way. I know sum niggaz gone hate. Get out ya feelings ok.

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