Lyrics
All that dissing on my aunt it got you reaping what you sowed
Thank my pops I got it legal I can never move that slow
From eight mile down to the six I got some niggas that'll blow
I keep a 30 in my stick in case I gotta kill his bro
Niggas know, I step for real my name cannot be tarnished like no hoe
I get the bag and then I'm out the way I'm getting low
These drugs inside my system I got pain that I don't show
Bitch asked me if I was with her ho put yo cousin on the floor
It get deep, if you ain't swimming then you sink
Winter time I'm on the block got Nike ski on with the mink
I make niggas catch a poof and all I gotta do is blink
So tell them niggas do that shit with motherfuckers who don't link
Look, park right on the corner let them think we riding past
As soon as he look left dump the switchy on his ass
I don't care about no bond I'm trying to leave it in the past
But then I think about that shit it was a time that we had
Real time that we had till everybody hated six
What the fuck? did I miss? Put your cousin in a diss
I was trying to put them on they was worried about a bitch
I was trying to run it up and they was trying to up and switch
All that dissing on my aunt got you reaping what you sowed
Thank my pops I got it legal I can never move that slow
From eight Mile and out to the six I got some niggas that'll blow
I keep a 30 in my stick in case I gotta kill his bro
All that dissing on my aunt got you reaping what you sowed
Thank my pops I got it legal I can never move that slow
From eight Mile and out to the six I got some niggas that'll blow
I keep a 30 in my stick in case I gotta kill his bro