I ain’t really one for tellin’ hoodtales Uptown tryna blend with my hood self
I’ll show you how to come up when you took L’s And when it’s all said and done I hope
my book sells I know shooters 16 but it looks 12
Now we gangstas and rappers it’s crooks world
I my bein’ I lost good girl
I know you ******* my life
I know I’ll night and advice we gon’ it up and this
paper twice In pain I I state
It’s how raised to losers
And out school and I’m lonely and confusion
My whole it’s and exclusion All conclusion
I’m good all my own I want you to but if you don’t then I
still Now whip’s two-tone and day
it’s Street and I’m self-owned
can’t chat to I move home
Still it but I ain’t strip two I don’t nothin’ but loads
I said I don’t nothin’ but loads
up inside and ostentatious I money I should fragrance
***** put round clock hope I rich and pagans
Forget it I’ve Sinatra
I was when I read Godfather bout my real father
When break heart it you real smarter
I need clash knock for never-ending saga
I’m tryna bring it and have up
I’m know said I stardot
harder Now call sir and invite to
I’ll give you don’t give me
Come let bit
bigger It can’t I body’s getting
Mogul but I with my and my charger
can’t sit table it’s eight figures for starter
One one AP one one Prada I couldn’t when I was doing Glenn
Starver ****
I ain’t really one for telling hood tales Uptown tryna blend with my hood self
you to come up when you took L’s
Way