S Money - Outro

My brother telling me to give em more real rap
You got past pain and no one can't heal that
So throw that shit on a beat
They'll listen if they wanna
And their gonna
Cause cuzzy I feel that
Right now I feel crap
I just took a L
The lines slow as well
You know how that feels ak
But you know we still trap
I just played your tune yesterday
Even my woman told me wheel that
Mad love bro I respect that nuff
And for the L and the phone you know this shit gets tough
This is it goes I memba my line froze
Had to lower the Re and get out on my toes
I swear I couldn't make up this shit
Big darg talking 'bout breaking a brick
Used to link the co and then break me a bit
Things were looking up then the tables flipped
Trap slow half a B tryna pressure me
Dashed back half the wing come get your pees
No chatting's needed you'll see less of me
Started pebbling uddan and getting better b
I guess I'm starting again
Little clout girls I ain't talking to them
Wannabe city girls I ain't fasting with them
Dropped chargie now
All my people's saying laugh afta dem
I put my back into this shit
Man knows how I beat myself up
Niggas get mad
Go home
Beat their girl up
She like a nigga like me to make her feet curl up
She left him
Now she links us when we turn up
We some lit trap niggas from the 5ive
Just the other day I was talking to my guy
Conversating 'bout work and both magpies
Was a normal day but (ugh) what a night
Got nicked looking jail plus my license gone
This the problems that we have where I come from
Man this life is long
But it sure does pay
And we don't take no orders all my dargs are stray
We control them tigers, Penny Hardaway
We wont starve today we learnt the harder way
Whip it rock let it dry then take the hard away
(What you want, what you after mate)

Written by:
DARRELL CHRISTOPHER JONES

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