Lyrics
Its funny how these niggas came from a sport to trappin
Its funny how these niggas came from the trap to rappin
Its funny how these niggas claim that they bout the action
But actually this niggas is not factors to the madness
Gotta tell em spin it
Boa its still mission
Same street nigga stealin treat it like a pension
We gone last and laugh and click glasses
Cheers to the most high bad bitches and them has beens
This for my niggas on the curb flippin birds
Tryna splurge on they family
But aint want to in the first place
This for my bitches who in skirts
Walkin earth
But its okay i pray you broads make it pass heaven gates
Said my brother sellin crack again
Fuck, yeah them people set em back again
Ain't listen to his moms never paid attention
But the way we gone live straight premonition
Fuck the shit that they is speakin tryna be a weakness
Gotta leave em and grind hard it aint no time for weepin
We gone work til the end like the fuckin weekend
Let these leach niggas drown in the fuckin deep end
This for my nigga tre, yeah he been wit me
And these fuckas still clowns truck em down blitzin
I been thinkin reckless
Might leave em breathless
Might run up in they shit and check every checka
Fuck
I gotta tell em spin it
This for my family inna sip who finna see me get it
This that hustla music tryna see a billion
Fuck it i meant trillions, hov gettin charged a holup
Givin hella verses
Mom need hella purses
Need a krib by the ocean
Where da sea and land merging
For that gold boy I been searchin
Guess it's safe to say I found a purpose
A purpose in this life
Only wanted dead presidents the judge left em trife
Came back twice and then they doubled up the price
But by then a coppa prolly took my nigga life
Or by then his whole family livin off of rice
Tell dese fuckers spin it let me get my niggas right
Tell em i ain't different im just steady rollin dice
Ain no pipe dreams, i write dreams and bring dem hoes to life
Dancing wit the muerta
The devil so gorgeous
Hounds on my trail singing blues ima torch em
I wake up in sweats, 3 am i dust my broom
Dead figures in my mirror ion contemplate my doom
Mama you my honor we rebuilding room soon
Chase the dragon bitch im goin for the mom
I may never find love
I may never find peace
And your reality is true that you may never find me
I may never find love
I may never find peace
And your reality is true that you may never find me
I may never find love
I may never find peace
And your reality is true that you may never have me