Jaye Dolla - Insidious

Ruger posted on my waistline
Still in the trap wit a sack
Nigga countin' stacks
Neva had shit
But a scale and dream
No cap in raps
Nigga Big facts
Got the hustle gene from my daddy
Shit run thru my family
Yeah I saw my daddy selling crack
Once put ya soul in this music
Put a price on it, sell it to the devil
You can't get it back
Ruger posted on my waistline
Still in the trap wit a sack
Nigga countin' stacks
Neva had shit
But a scale and dream
No cap in raps
Nigga Big facts
Got the hustle gene from my daddy
Shit run thru my family
Yeah I saw my daddy selling crack
Once put ya soul in this music
Put a price on it, sell it to the devil
You can't get it back
I was only age 13
Seen my daddy
Walking thru the kitchen strapped
Wit a big K
No K-Mart
Seen my Uncle Lee smokin' dope
Out a Coke can in the living room
You should've seen his face
Geeked Up
Lost my nigga STL
Bussin' at 12
He ran but they shot em down
At the Circle K
Even C-Roc
He was playing wit his arm
Stuffing dog food
In em till he OD'd
Lost my nigga Huggie G to dem fuckin beans
His mama found em
In bed, dead in his sleep
And I ain't even get to make it to the funeral
Still pissin' on these on niggas like a urinal
Bussin' bricks down
Yeah I'm doing numerals
Residue still all in my cuticles
9mm acting like a juvenile
And I just bit down on a chewable
Whole city got talent
Ion know why these fuck niggas
Out here saying dey da GOAT
Yeen No Goat
This rap game fucked up
Niggas broke
Spending all they last on a choker
On a Choker?
And I'm stocking up my change like broker
Plug giving out work like a donor
I smoke weed
I'm a stoner, not a loner
Built tough like
A universal Soulja
Thought my uncle was hustla
Till he called the police on me
You a pussy muthafucka
(You a Bitch!)
Yeah I know you went to prison
Selling dope, convicted felon, off papers
Nigga, so?
(So What!)
They pulled up, had a nigga like woah
Hold up
Juugs knocking at door
Gotta keep shit tight like a bow
Shout out Tee-Jizzle
Dats my muthafuckin' bro!
(Jiiiizzleeeeee!)
Ruger posted on my waistline
Still need in the trap wit a sack
Nigga counting stacks
I ain't neva had shit
But a scale and dream
No cap in my raps
Big facts
Got da hustle gene from my daddy
Shit run thru family
Yeah I saw my daddy selling crack
Once put ya soul in this music
Put a price on it, sell it to the devil
You can't get it back
Ruger posted on my waistline
Still need in the trap wit a sack
Nigga counting stacks
I ain't neva had shit
But a scale and dream
No cap in my raps
Big facts
Got the hustle gene from my daddy
Shit run thru family
Yeah I saw my daddy selling crack
Once put ya soul in this music
Put a price on it, sell it to the devil
You can't get it back

Written by:
Jeremy Smith

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