Balla - I See Em

Put a lil spit on the dick, she a suck for a go-go fit
And a lil bag, she a lil thot from the block
Who dun fucked on all my niggas, that shit sad
Now she got a only fans for the lonely men

Bitch know she got back, BBL, waist like a bowling pin
Too much for the cap, put em on notice
This shit motion, picture moments
Nigga, you goated, just stay focused

Slipped opponents, too much ballin
Niggas be jokin', flipped up on em
Missed his callin', left em open
Fictitious homies, yup

Had to lace up in the all-black Dolce, streets my court
Play em like Kobe, mamba ain't dead, he still rollin
Ball in my hand like two-four, holdin' it
I don't give a fuck bout them niggas that you roll with

We locked in on business offers
Grind so hard, it's startin' to show it
Tired of seeing my dogs in coffins
Free my peoples, we the hardest

It's a fair game, ain't no starvin
All y'all niggas know I raised y'all
Why go against your fuckin' partner
Show you how to cook up oil and water

Brought you close like son and father
Bro code broken, ain't no bargain
It's below like dirty carpets
Nigga, I see em, I, I, I see em

God damn, they creepin
I can't believe it's my man
Wockesha fucked up his thinkin' shit
Jammed, I'm thinkin

I'ma have to decease em, I can't
Facts on niggas, up in the air like Falcons, nigga
Brought it back down with arrows in it
Pinch on the switch like Jim Crow spent it

Right wrist look like frozen water
At this point, why even bother
Came too close to death wasn't startle
Fuck y'all niggas, I'm the hardest

Put em on notice
Nigga, you goated
Just stay focused
And keep on rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin

Two guns on me like I'm pac in a drop
We gon' bop on some thug life shit
Niggas ain't real, niggas just talk that shit
Till the mask on they face get lifted

Leakin' all kinds of colors, droppin' all kinds of names
These niggas be suckaz, first it's on gang
Now they go against the grain
I thought you was my brother

Started off locomotive
Arm and hammer, joker, y'all know
Blowing on purple, hold up
Windows rolled up, I see po-po

Keep my circle so short
I don't know if I can fit more
Don't need no more, don't need no ho
Put it on gang, put it on mont

Put it on kane, put it on D
Put it on pain, put it on me
Put it on granny, put it on T
Put it on fame, free my peeps

We so game, they so happy
That them folks came, we so G
They so lame, they can't stop us
Cause we maintain

Pop this shit with passion
This ain't just no average rappin
Too much happen to be cappin
Lost all kinds of family

I lost all kinds of niggas
Real or fake, I still forgive ya
Cause I forgive you bruh that
Don't mean that I'm fuckin' with ya

I see em, I, I
I see em, god damn
They creeping, I
Can't believe it's my man

Wockesha
Fucked up his thinkin' shit
Jam, I'm thinkin
I'ma have to deceased I

Can't
All this time man, you know
You know
It's like man, you know, we can't, we can't get alone

Out here man, it's always
You know, egos clashin' man
You know, uh, brothers against brother
Homies against homies man

Somewhere it gotta end, you know
Some, someplace, sometime, you know
God damn
It ain't that many of us

We short
Remember our niggas dyin
I gotta fuckin' keep remindin' y'all (why)
Put em on notice

Put em on notice

Written by:
Le Jon Brown Fair

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