Redd Tha Artist - GottaKlimB

Yea they took my shyt but I'm like watxh me get it back
Nigga went thru the front I ain't goin thru the back
Talking kourt I hoPe the judge don't send me back
I mean I just got my own flat
And now I gotta Pay for that
And yea I gotta stay on track
Yea that green I'll smoke it all ain't really selling none of that
I need the meds and Protextion y'all ain't kuttin me no slack
And I'm just tryna stay sane
Making sure everyone okay
They thinking that I make that kake
The only thing I need is kake
My smile big but that shyt fake
BeFore I move what's at stake
They got me walkin in blind
Anxiety kontrol my mind
In too deeP I gotta klimb

I was tryna xatxh back uP they took my shyt and doubled my debt...
HoPe they don't tax me on that
Kaught xharges kan't give em back
I was sliPPin but not sliPPin
Had me triPPin matter of fact
Not a dealer
Not a PimP
But I'm a hustla
Bet on that
I ain't never sold no krack
And I ain't never sold no white
Moved some axid and some Pills
But selling Pills aint feel Right
Meth be all uP in them shyts I feel like that shyt for the whites
That's like selling xhoPPas to niggas that wanna take a life
N I ain't Proud of that eitha
My kousin said that we real thugs
Feel like he sPitting that ether
She offer head and Pussy if that's all then I don't want either
I'm really for all my PeoPle til they show me they ain't my PeoPle
Even if you family sometimes I just do not wanna greet ya
Visions of killing my Peers I be feeling like I'm evil
Thinking everyone against you you ain't gone let nobody kill you
They done showed you they don't feel you
Tried to fold me like Manilla
Dont make me kill ya
Not a threat Kuz I'll deliver
Smoke that muxh wasn't gone deliver
Took my Pistols still got Pistols
Shotty, rifle too
Still gotta saw tha shotty dude
Or blast em with a judge that bitch shoot just like a shotty do
Who is you
Shyt I don't give a fuck even if I asked
Narssasistik it don't go my way then we gone show my ass
I say we Kuz don't none of my demons want you get a pass
And I Don't fuck with icky shyt so If I kill you it's just trag
But ain't no accident
Neva siPPed no Axtivis
It's like I move every week Kuz I'm always Packing Bitxh
I really be in a lot of shyt
Want money like the lottery
I'm in an everlasting fit
Kinda like I box and shyt
I told her kome unbox this dick
Karamel or milk xhokolate

Yea they took my shyt but I'm like watxh me get it back
Nigga went thru the front I ain't goin thru the back
Talking kourt I hoPe the judge don't send me back
I mean I just got my own flat
And now I gotta Pay for that
And yea I gotta stay on track
Yea that green I'll smoke it all ain't really selling none of that
I need the meds and Protextion y'all ain't kuttin me no slack
And I'm just tryna stay sane
Making sure everyone okay
They thinking that I make that kake
The only thing I need is kake
My smile big but that shyt fake
BeFore I move what's at stake
They got me walkin in blind
Anxiety kontrol my mind
In too deeP I gotta klimb

Written by:
Tudarrio Willis

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