Shorty-G - Man Of My Word

Y'all know I'm the truth
Land of the lost 2022
Ya'll know the vibes
Up there stuck
Why she acting funny like I aint been hit it
You was just a toss up in Shorty G kitchen
Lost your damn mind you was all in my mentions
Tell your baby daddy to stay out of my business
Put in dat work I'm known in my city
Run around like King Kong in my city
Fuck with the gang I love my city
Me and my nigga put on for my city
If you swerve in my lane then we talkin war
Samurai Sunday then I'm talking swords
Talkin bout rec then I'm thinkin score
Only fuck with sum I aint trustin none
Roll with the sticks inside my trunk
Totin them hostess I love my honey buns
I ain't gettin caught without my gun
Going all in I aint barrin none
Step in the ring down round one
All of my ops know how I come
Word spread quickly I'm God's son
Play around with Shorty Mark got hung
School in session ring da alarm
Niggas cry loud when they get shot
First they took Milk then they took Boss
Fuck what you heard I'm the man on my block
Stop playing with my words
Bitch one hand will get you served
Me and my niggas we put in work
Wet up your Gucci shirt
Stay posted on the Curv
We'll run you to da Burgs
Lost Rio man it hurts
We gon get em first
Fuck with my paper you know I don't play that
Play with dem numbers I'm know for da pay back
Fought through the dirt and you know I'm gon get by
Not a rerun but return of the Jedi
I'm chasin dis paper you already knowin
All these white girls you would think it is snowin
They bustin and thick you know that I'm goin
It's dry in the Land had to bust out the lotion
We.AE eating galore I Am King had to step in
Bustin em down you would swear I was pimpin
Holding my when you would swear I was Pippen
Jordan these niggas we up to the ceiling
They didn't believe me till I had to step in
Best believe I'm holdin my back end
Doin my taxes I cannot be lackin
Build my assets it make me attractive
I sleep good every night it's a blessin
Blowin trees everyday ain't no stressin, for real
Ain't no cappin my niggas be trappin, for real
Ain't no actin no lackin we crackin, for real
Man my lifestyle is hectic I'm trying to achieve
Stay off da field you out of your league
They gone off da percs dem niggas be sleep
Born in the trenches I keep on my cleats
Stop playing with my words
Bitch one hand will get you served
Me and my niggas we put in work
Wet up your Gucci shirt
Stay posted on the Curv
We'll run you to da Burgs
Lost Rio man it hurts
We gon get em first
Gang

Written by:
Marvin Johnson

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