Yeah,
I like this
This * smooth man
So I'ma be on some smooth *, * it
It's Team Zoliboe first of all
They
tell me wood don't kill me,
make me stronger till my heart stop
Who that with the taper for cancer,
I cut the dreadlocks
Old man,
hard to influence nigga,
a hooligan I send my lil niggas to get at you when you over me
My right hand cut out with me,
for that forever,
love him for it
Nah,
we ain't blood but that's my brother like a motherfucker
* a birdie,
I'ma blame you on that underbucket Boomerang that thing,
drop the stick and stock in that motherfucker
And I'm tryna keep it positive nigga How you
fuckin' know you gotta cut with all this my nigga?
I don't * with who * with them niggas from the other side
I don't even know them niggas cause they sure don't slide
A lot of niggas giving information for a lighter sentence
That's when your own niggas turn opposition Damn,
this trust * get deep,
I gotta X cross my heart where the bitch used to be
Cut a couple niggas off that can't eat next to me I
don't complain about my condition or keep blessing me
Cause I remember being in the travel lodge Mom doing bad,
we was living in the travel lodge
We came a long way and I'm grateful My mom's head cancer and beta,
Lord I'm thankful
Reminiscing about baby brother,
I'm in tears of joy My son act just
like you and you was just a baby boy
See I'm a product of them drugs and them shootouts,
that's how I'm living I'm just tryna
see my lil nigga grow up if God willing
Thick cookie woods where I smoke at your gravesite
Lord took my feelings and my brother on the same flight
Long left of duty,
pork and beef back soon I know that bitch
missed the nigga she was coming home to
I be on that fly *,
double click my Instagram Fans ain't watching,
niggas tell her for that couple grand
City to city,
sipping out the gallon with Timo Shoot her
with a shooter behind her tit to the pizzo
Homicides if one of my niggas mama
crying If you say he's funking with me,
ask him why he always lying
Ain't no popping and funking homie,
I'm in it for chicken And any nigga in the way,
I put away with the quickens
Okay,
killer competition,
the beginning for pretending to label this independent,
we really be * with it
I ate noodles and wigs,
cereal,
mother I gave a generous group Like what they hitting for,
nigga better buy 10 or more
Syrup,
I need another four,
* a Sprite,
get a Fanta,
ho-mo-mo I need that cookie though,
then I'm off to the studio
You feeling that's so professional,
no celebrity patients to patient,
even though they give me all type of medications
And I ain't letting none of that stop me,
I'm cocky and so I wanna be just like me