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Two Cups

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We the realest niggas 'round here

Reporting live from the pole where it's

Cold if he ain't from the pole where it's cold

Don't come 'round here

Just come around here get found here

Another body turn his mommy smile to a frown here

I'm gettin' tired of this lifestyle

That 30 with me ain't nobody tryna fight now

Applying pressure not a nigga up in sight now'

Up the pipe on 'em make a goofy nigga pipe down

That ice on me bling blow they be like "Wow!"

It's time to turn up nigga no more Mr. Nice Guy

I don't pop molly really but today I might try

They took my big brother Mensa, I'm thinking like "Why?"

Was it the money?

Was it the cars?

Was it the way he was stunting was he flexin' to hard?

Was it the way he was finessin' tryna stack or starve?

Cause every time you see that nigga wanna hear some bars

Like Pap you go harder than parana your father

Your mama, your mom mama never knew my pop

Father was one of the only niggas condoning in my drama

So if you gon' smoke for me I want you to pour for me up two

For my big brother Two

Cause man that nigga had the juice

They lookin' at me like shoot!

I'm lookin' at them like Who?!

The fuck you think i'm finna do?

You think i'm finna stop now?

Bruh hell no i'm gon' blow

Cause he'd do the same thing for me

I'd do the same thing for bro

I catch a opp and i'ma sco'

Cause niggas know and bitches know

(Let's go)

As I roll through my city nigga all I see is crime

Everybody say they know me everybody lyin'

And ain't nobody barely trappin everybody trap

And everybody poled up so everybody firing

Better get a gun

Boy they say P.B.G. them niggas they ain't been for none

I keep it on me on my hommie I ain't finna run

Concealed up in my Gucci belt I tote the biggest gun

So if a nigga run up on me i'ma get 'em done

My flow tighter than virgin, vagina

I'm tellin them "I'ma make it!"

They looking like no liar

I'm leaning like a Cholo ain't talking bout Flo Rida

These rapping niggas is sweet I'm just fiening for more cider

From the city the murder capital everybody know about

Money, hoes, dope I can't go without

And they got the nerve to tell me i'ma motor mouth

But all this shit I rap about my team and them on go about

So i'ma ball hard until the day that I get slaughtered

And shoutout to them hittas that be still thuggin on Lawrence

And nigga I ain't stopping til the day i'm in a coffin

And my shirt it say "Pink Dolphin"

Hoes up on me get em off me now

I can look in yo eyes and tell you fake hommie

Fuckin' his main bitch that's post be yo main hommie

It be them same Ten Year niggas that done changed on me

Boy you must be talking to the Jakes you acting strange hommie

Where the trust at?

Where the love at?

I give up all of my money to get two cups back

I need some dope, I need some bud, Where is bud at?

No swimming pool for the liquor, where the flood at?

He front-center look at the camera and there go Mensa

Say "Niggas know"

He point his fingers like they gon' remember

I take the ring off been getting money right off my dinner

Just to let bro 'nem I remember that day in December too!

They take my big brother Two

And man that nigga had the juice