Diondrerelly - Diondrerelly (i know)

I Know You Got A lot a Shit on Yo Mind
And dealing with these problems
At the bottom
Don't no one hear it
Okay whatever I just need a pace of mind
My dawg said they gon feel me dis time
Rhyme you my struggle give u free game
I got It from the Best
Momma Said Baby Boi
Fly You gotta leave the Nest
All Haw
So I be right there
When that Money Call I wasn't having shit
They looked at me like I Was Funny Y'all
You Had ya Chance Wit the Rock
Missed yo shot Now I Got The Ball
Don't let nobody tell ya can't get it
You could have it all
Usta walk to masten Park wit the Basketball
My heart so Cold
Outside it's Chili
Spit flows
Might Freeze To Death
Don't Take no Shorts
Pay Me In Full or You could Keep The Rest
All Haw
So I Be Right there When That Money Call
I put money Over Hoes
An Hustle over all
Big Bro told Me
Don't Forget the Rules And Know This Game It's chess
Can't Be Getting tied Up
Wit these Hoes
Gotta stick An move
Finesse
I Usta be Ashy
Now Everything Smooth
Wake Up thank God I'm Blessed
Smoke A lot a Drugs
And I dream Strong So
I don't feel No Pain
All Haw So I be Right there when
That money call
Ogs still posted hard on that block
I promise ain't nun change
Come down to bottom
Look how We live
See everything the same
I'm smoke This Gas I ain't got
No Feelings
But I could Feel the hate
All haw
Mob On The Back Da bumper
Diondrerelly on the plates
I told my goon this Rap shit easy
He Still Like Fuck a Case
I told Them folks It's my Time Now I'm going!
Right up today
Mommy daddy gon
Let you eat
I promise
You just can't break the bank
Yall I just gotta
Money We get plenty
But Dem Problems gotta Lot of
Don't no one Wanna Hear it
You full of shit
That's What They Say
No I don't want no Favors
I'm Getting mines to I'm Straight
I ain't Looking for handouts
For you to throw back in my
Face
Dippin through cuts
Was Dolo
From momma House
To grandma Place
Fuck
All Dem Teachers
Said I won't Be Shit
Dropped Out ain't Graduate
Turnt up my hustle need the Cake just Chase it Everyday
Aw
Y'all I just Gottaaaaa
Wake Up Everyday Be Fly
Dope Boy Fresh When I Pop up
Nigga You Ain't Popping
So bitch
Still Popping my Collar
They Usta Ride Pass Us
Now they stop
An they Watch Us
Got The Booth
On lock Spit HOT
Bouta Blow
Heat the Spot up
Don't No one Wanna Hear it
You full Of shit that's What They Say

Written by:
Terell Smith

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