Nino Blanco - Thirteen

Resin in my nails and i was only like thirteen
Bussin out them bales, i got a pistol in my jeans
Pay the inmate sale cause one my homies in the clink
You been actin frail, i really don't know what to think

Ship it through the mail, i really hope it doesn't stink
We can't fold or tell, we too invested in the dream
Do this by myself cause in the end its only me
Aint no trophies on my shelf cause i was out there chasin green

Pay attention when i'm talkin, i just went and i got bossed up
You aint listen, you was flockin, then you went and you got crossed up
On my clifford, i'm big doggin, i been spittin like i'm locked up
On my business, aint no stoppin, im gon hit em wit this chakra

I been trappin like a muhfucka, stackin wit my blood brother
This extended mag i like to call this bitch a fudbuster
Yo lil bitch a nut hugger, swangin like i'm nun chukin
I hopped in the back cause i was faded like i'm buzz cuttin

Back up in the game, i'd like to say i never left
I could spit some game but they would prolly never step
I could get some brain, it'd prolly help me wit the stress
I been in my lane and ima do this shit to death

I can stand the rain if you gon put me to the test
I could kurt cobaine em with the thing thats on my leg
Im gon make arrangements wit yo bitch and get some neck
I been entertaining all the shit thats in my head

Resin in my nails and i was only like thirteen
Bussin out them bales, i got a pistol in my jeans
Pay the inmate sale cause one my homies in the clink
You been actin frail, i really don't know what to think

Ship it through the mail, i really hope it doesn't stink
We can't fold or tell, we too invested in the dream
Do this by myself cause in the end its only me
Aint no trophies on my shelf cause i was out there chasin green

Written by:
Nicolas Sciaraffia

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