Four Ten - SUPPORT YO GUYS (feat. Rai Glo)

How to fuck you down to ride, how to fuck you down the ride, oh
Youn support your guys, how the fuck you down the ride
Gotta watch who you be with, cause niggas fake up in the disguise
I got one goal to get rich, I'm tryna reach up to the sky
This for all the bros, who homies let 'em bleed out, and they die
Youn support your guys, how the fuck you down to ride
Gotta watch who you be with, cause niggas snakes up in disguise
I got one goal to get rich, I'm tryna reach up to the sky
This for all the bros who homies let them bleed out, and they die
How the fuck you let me bleed, you was right there by my side
Told my mama you my brother, then you left, I wonder why
And that lil shit you had did, man, it caught me by surprise
Now I keep my distance from these niggas, hating and they lyin
Now we lightin' up niggas blocks, man, it's looking like July
You was supposed to be my homie, but ain't look me in my eye
I'ma make it with this rapping, can't nobody tell me shit
Cause I remember being broke, now my closet full of rick
All these bitches on my dick, if a op he got a problem
Tell my shorty send the blitz niggas know he getting lit
My lil shorty, they like shooting, throwing bullets, Kaepernick
How you mad about the grind, but when you work, this what you get
Youn support your guys, how to fuck you down to ride
Gotta watch who you be with, cause niggas snakes up in disguise
I got one goal to get rich, I'm tryna reach up to the sky
This for all the bros who homies, let em bleed out and they die
How the fuck you let me bleed, you was right there by my side
Told my mama you my brother, then you left, I wonder why
And that lil shit you had did, man, it caught me by surprise
Now I keep my distance from these niggas, hating and they lying
Now we lightin' up niggas blocks, man, it's looking like July
You was supposed to be my homie, but ain't look me in my eye
You ain't look me in my eye, that's the reason we into it
How you mad that I made it, and you didn't be influenced
How the fuck you left and change on me, reason I keep this flame on me
My heart is froze, my neck is cold, that's cause I got these chains on me
He wasnt with us for the ride, now he looking for a plate to eat
Niggas dying everyday, so I just pray before I go to sleep
Everyday I wake up, I'm chasing that paper, brodie he chopping shit, give him a taper
Wanna make a song, I get in my zone, just give me a pen and a piece of paper
24-7, living in a booth, ever song, I wrote that shit, going major
Im just tryna ball like lebron on the lakers, I need a crib with like 20 acres, yeah, yeah

Written by:
Armon Yarbrough

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