Fligga - Outro

Uh, Fligga It's the last ride, pause
Gotta keep the streets and toes to the ground
Don't look for love when you down
My nigga wore hand grip on the pound
It's all love when you got it, when you don't that's the problem
Living life and push through it
And do what you gotta do
It got cold on the block
Chrome on the glock,
Hole in the stock
Now hoes in the drop
In the trap house today
Same clothes, same fitted
We was broke so I'ma get it with them same niggas
Do you believe I came from nothing
Now I'm making money
And I did, I'ma try to take it from me
It got no safety button
So I'm shooting to get these niggas off me
Lauren Hill , I'ma kill them softly

Uh, do they want smoke
They don't want smoke, but they say they do
Who's the best
Yeah, it's debatable
When they was trying to eat
I brought a plate of food If I love you,
I'll make a way for you

It's all together now, let's make a move
Bitch, not back and irreplaceable
Like pretty women, just don't come and go
You can't keep hating on the low
You know it's bound to show
They fucked up once I found that glow
I'm like Zion on the pick and roll or R.J. Barrick, top of the key
Or Ken Reddish, like who's stopping me
Fuck where they at man, where you trying to be
Bars woke them up when they was trying to sleep
Thinking the days I had no bread to eat
We all struggle, why you trying to compete

Them nights are chilly, so I had to creep
We from the streets, but did you keep the street
It ain't real, all your love we discreet
That shit is fake and all my niggas peep
Yeah, I'm fucking elite
Mega said I'm out here wasting talent
I'm trying to make it balanced

But don't compare me to nobody average
On these beats, I become Randy Savage
But mine is just habits,
Add on the passion,
Add the aggression
Lessons turn into blessings
Punch and dance on the ropes like pepper steppers

Man, all I know is cheddar
Getting better and better
I cashed out the run and keep the extras
All hustle, no pressure
Y'all need to know I put my heart into this body of work
Here's a blessing without going to church
We came from nothing, but we making it work
Trapping through every season
But if you need to know, it's Fligga Season
Nigga

Written by:
John Dozier

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