Nasa Lamode - 3am in Milwaukee
Ya, it's likeWhen you coming from the bottom
Only way you know is up
Ya bitch I'm still juggin'
But shit now I'm in Texas
Eating big boy chips, Cream City shit
I'm in the same corner of Texas
That I'm from up in Wisconsin
Getting bucks up and down 610
Off 94 with a rocket
In the barbershop with Big Reg
And at night time I was dropping
In between the Burger King
Big shoutout to you Miss V
RJ and JeJe
Raymond and KeKe
Keep the shit 2 Virgils man
No jack shit y'all made me
I do this shit for Evangeline Isaiah and Henry
Both Nasarios
Big up JJ and Xavy
Elano look just like me
Much love to you Dali
I'm laughing cuz last time you told me
Why u never spit about me?
In a new place with a new wave
But I keep the yopper shiney
Keep the doors locked
With the tints strong
Case a mog nigga try me
Got my bands up and my pants up
I might cash out on sum Cartis
River Oaks that lifestyle
Try to keep up my life wild
If I want it it's mine
And that's by any means
No court trial
Christal saved my life a few times
Like I'm her own child
Thank you ma I love you
I swear I won't let you down
But it make me go a lil harder cuz I hate
When I see you frown
And bring home my brother Niko
I'm still grieving
All in the street they be killing my people for No reason
Ya fuck 12 they hoes
Keep that shit low
Keep on pushing big bricks
Right under they nose
But don't you sleep on them investments
Cuz this shit here ain't forever
Wanna be big boss status
Gotta be a lil more clever
I promise you this shit right here gon have my whole city geeking
From Burliegh to Hampton
Cap, Locust, Becher and Lincoln
Big shoutout to Loso
You stayed down since day one
Pulled it out the mud of Milwaukee
Like D Wade, no gay son
And protect all them youngins
And I put that on full force
Keep on balling in the the paint
And running up them full courts
Bitch I'm way too sick
So I just let it run it's full course
Haters on my dick but it's still fuckem
Like a full horse
I'm only focussed on it
If it's about building me and mine
If you ain't talking business
Shit I ain't even got the time
If she ain't bringing substance
It don't matter that she fine
Cuz wen she trap you up and have you
Droppin dimes like a toll fine
I promise you I'm good on that
Cut from a different cloth
And bitch i'm standing on that shit
Just like a doormat
And bitch I lay the format
I got my game from the OG's
While you lame dudes was doormen
Ya
Written by:
John Ortiz Jr
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