TwoCup - Still Buggin'

I remember sitting getting lifted
Reminiscing bad decisions
Went from sharing with my cell mate
My ambitions for these riches
Some missions had some glitches
That slick dissing have you missing
So it's bye bye if you lie like
Another fucking politician
I got a lot of pistols, a lot of choppers
I know a lot of gangsters, a lot of partners
Some of them got bodies
And the other ones a lot of problems
Sent a lot of victims
A lot of them took a lot of losses
Seen a lot of dope
A lot of fiends, a lot of dollars
Avoiding drama, main profession adding comma's, I'm a
Full time grinder from the Ville to Carolina, find a
Another rider that's gonna find a higher dollar, agh agh
Ain't took the high road, eat em up, Jeffery Dahmer, why'm I
So addicted to, living in this fast life
Time to ride, say goodnight to the bad guy
Ever try me or my partners, be the last time
You won't have to call the doctors, be your last ride
What you know about your partners pulling pistols on ya
Turning state, take the stand, now they snitching on ya
Get ya pinched to set ya down n put some distance on ya
Thought your homies was all solid, but they switching on ya
Both ya partners and ya brothers used to steal from ya
Baby momma said she loved ya n hid your kid from ya
If you could add up all my time, I did like 10 summers
I tried to put it all behind me, but I'm still buggin'
I was straight up out of lock up
Investigation, names a toss up
Pockets already packed with knots but
That boy hustle fucked your clocks up
Now I'm back to tear the block up
Fiends still famished from the first
An I'll probably be this cocky til I'm traveling in a hurst
It ain't a game, been this way
Since my younger days mane
Rob your dudes up out they jewels
Fuck who they running with mane
I ain't fucking with your label
They ain't trying to get ya paid
I'm a keep it underground
Mixtapes a runaway slave
A couple guns, state manhunt
I was on the run, I had to slide
Fuck what you do, it's what you've done
That's why they coming for your life
You call it near death experiences
I call it earning stripes
And if I could do it all again
Shit, id probably do it twice
So addicted to, living in this fast life
Time to ride, say goodnight to the bad guy
Ever try me or my partners, be the last time
You won't have to call the doctors, be your last ride
What you know about your partners pulling pistols on ya
Turning state, take the stand, now they snitching on ya
Get ya pinched to set ya down n put some distance on ya
Thought your homies was all solid, but they switching on ya
Both ya partners and ya brothers used to steal from ya
Baby momma said she loved ya n hid your kid from ya
If you could add up all my time, I did like 10 summers
I tried to put it all behind me, but I'm still buggin

Written by:
Robert Millwood

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