Frenchieehaze - TENDERONI

My head up with the smoke got me brainstorming
Riding round with my Tenderoni
Creep through southside
And I swerved potholes I served four O's with a cutie pie
I just smoked another L to the brain got me thinking about everything
Fish tale the whip pealing out like a scab
Better pick up the pace better pick up the tab
Got to charge it to the game
Man this ain't Notre Dame luck ain't on your side you got to grind for things
These days people all kinds of strange
Running out of people they can find to blame
Get up and go got the same twenty four
I had nothing to lose but the world to gain
How you gone judge but don't know my pain
How you in love baby please explain
When you ain't even trying to see how I see things
Dollar sign migraine gone wreck my brain
Plotting and scheming I'm going insane
We gone get this change nigga that's on gang
Stuck in my ways but I'm trying to change
We getting faded fuck what you think
Lot on my mind I can't help but think
About all the real niggas that ain't right here with me
Back in the projects with Trappa we just got a jail call from Ziggy
He get home we gone fuck up the city
I can't show these niggas no petty I can't show these niggas no mercy
This shit I just rolled up is stuffed like a turkey
And shout out to ram he don't smoke he just fuck with the perkys
I'm gone off the X we be trading these pills like they yu-gi-oh cards
My uncle sold soft and my cousin sold hard
Paraphernalia all around me fresh out the county
Screaming out free young god
Niggas ain't gangsta they fraud
Integration room picked him apart
He snitched on the gang and they ripped out his heart
Bruce lee kicking out game to mark
Pull a couple strings like a harp with the sharks
And we pull cards like a wisdom tooth
Screaming fuck everybody like prostitutes
And I'm still gone off the jiggas boo
And I got stripes like tiger too
Forty blow his brains to timbuktu
Been off the porch nigga what about you
Stoop kid scared to leave his stoop
My head up with the smoke got me brainstorming
Riding round with my Tenderoni
Creep through southside
And I swerved potholes I served four O's with a cutie pie
I just smoked another L to the brain got me thinking about everything
Fish tale the whip pealing out like a scab
Better pick up the pace better pick up the tab
Got to charge it to the game
Man this ain't Notre Dame luck ain't on your side you got to grind for things
These days people all kinds of strange
Running out of people they can find to blame
Get up and go got the same twenty four
I had nothing to lose but the world to gain
Ain't no crying about it ain't no making excuses you down on your ass you gotta make them adjustments
I'm cool on that club I'm addicted to hustling
Still trying to eat what I'm celebrating for
Popping glass bottles with some plastic hoes
Same ones trying to stir you from your goals
The same reason I just fuck her mouth and go
She drain your energy want to drain your time
And when your pockets down the drain she block your line
Cause she don't fuck with broke niggas slime
Now she all in my face trying to roll my pine
I told her bye felisha ain't got time to feed you unless it's dick on the menu
I got business to tend to
Fuck around and bring a briefcase to the venue
Pop it open all blue hundreds in that
You ain't trying to fuck baby where your friend at
Say you from the swamp where the fuck your fins at
Trying to swim with us is you smoking cr'nack
Shit get deeper than where the gates of hell at
I just slapped satan on the back of the neck
He like when y'all going home he too pussy to slap back
Heard you got caught on the road with a couple packs
Snitching in a cage so we call him a lab rat
They ain't even cut his time that's the shit we laugh at
Internet gangsta he's a fucking goofball
Riding round with guns same size lil duval
They really trying to get him ain't no time to cool off
They gone keep shooting until they the plastic melt in his hand
He ain't stand a chance like the song from Vince McMahon
RIP Mac Dre make him do the thizzle dance
I was gone on a trip to the Netherlands
Ice fishing with a hook like the candy man
My head up with the smoke got me brainstorming
Riding round with my Tenderoni
Creep through southside
And I swerved potholes I served four O's with a cutie pie
I just smoked another L to the brain got me thinking about everything

Written by:
Sayvon Samuel

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