These niggas prayed on my downfall
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten
Bitch I stood tall
Show these disloyal niggas how to ball
Go get a thermometer for the pot
I need this shit cooked right
Let's keep that water four hundred degrees Fahrenheit
You ever been inside a federal court room
Nigga you ever went to trial and fought for your life
Bein' broke did somethin' to my spirit
Asked niggas to plug me
They act like they couldn't hear me
Look at me now
Drivin' German engineerin'
You don't want your baby mama fucked keep the ho from near me
Kilroy 'member when I used to use your L's to hit the road
Hit the O and make them big boy sales
Mu 'member when you had them green things mailed with vacuum seals tryin' not to have them green things smell
Feds was on me
What you know about
Related Through Money
I don't know nothin', I just used to see 'em walk to the Coney
I fuck with bitches
My body count go from Pershing to Cody
Any further questions you can take that up with the lawyer
My nigga Fenkell, J Money
Brightmo Lo, Project Joe will tell you every day before school I sold a half 'bow
How you think I won best dressed with no support and had them paid lawyers comin' in and out of court
Ayy Dwan though
Ayy Theo ain't it a blessin'
We made it out Kentucky after all that happened
After the pre-trials
After the status
After them impact statements
After the castle
Ayy JR nigga
Ain't it a blessin'
We made it out of Lansing after all that happened
After Michigan State
After Hubbard
When our mans told on us
Them bands they took from us
Joy Road bitch but the money long as Six Mile
Brick Mile
Knock your bitch down
Pick her up
Knock her back down
Pull her tracks out
Yes I slap girl, yes I slap dog
Yes I slap loud
Yes I'll slap a pussy nigga if he act out
Yes I caught cases on the road with them killers
Bro kill me if I snitch 'cos if you snitch I'm gon' kill you
Spent a lot of time on that yard with them gorillas
Stood tall, did I let niggas ho me
Quit bein' silly
I know for a fact your bitch pussy get wet for a nigga 'cos I do it better plus
I'm doin' better than niggas
I'm at home when I'm down there in Lexington nigga
'Bout the king they gon' drop you and who next to you nigga
Unc said Lil T get ahead of them niggas
When you take off don't look back and try to rescue them niggas
You killed his mans then make sure you get the rest of them niggas
Don't let them get the best of you
Just get the revenue nigga
So let me know what you can handle
Okay come grab it
Here go some extras so if I'm busy you can manage
Fiends had me Blade dancin'
Eatin' sixty dollar salads
Get it there and back
Tell the feds I need a challenge
My first offer was thirty years
Not a day lower
I told them crackers holler at me when they sober
On parole, I'm a felon
You think I ain't got that blower
Yeah you right bro, take his head off his fuckin' shoulders
You hear me
Hit the Rollie store with the Rollie on
What was our getaway car
A Jag' Portfolio
You hear me
Ayy I heard I had some sneak dissers
Whoever feelin' hot that AR got a heat sensor
Cuz said Don't entertain them hungry niggas
I wish I would pay attention to these homeless niggas
Don't call my phone
I don't wanna do no song with niggas
And tell yo' bitch to tighten up before I bone her nigga
I don't know you niggas
Fuck wrong with niggas
Through these white buffs
I can see the ho in niggas
Free my nigga Parico
That boy be hoein' niggas
Shoot the smile off your face
I don't joke with niggas
Boy I can't trust you with that strap if you ain't got no bodies
Boy I can't take you on no lick if you ain't robbed nobody
You ain't no shooter
You can't do that shit without no molly
I came home and had the hoes wetter than Kalahari
Thirty months ago niggas ain't think that I was comin' home
Shout out to them niggas' freaks that I been cummin' on
Get 'em to the crib
Bust 'em down
Now bitch run along
This SK'll get to shakin' like there's somethin' wrong
Thirty bands two times
Watch this money clone
The feds say my name hot like when the oven on
Bitch I came home to my lil' brother gone
Niggas say they lookin' for me
Pull up in the Skuddy zone
Who said I'm a snitch
You just heard a lie from him
Better check the black and white
That paperwork'll vouch for him
Zero toleration for that nigga
Take his life from him
He don't want that pistol play
Okay I'll Tyson him
I ain't hear from bitches when I had them blues on
So soon as I'm done fuckin' put your shoes on
I'm on parole in two states
I can't move wrong
The feds tryna build a case
I can't move wrong
I went to trial back to back
Bitch I'm Two-and-O
State of Kentucky banned me from every jewelry store
Say I can't even be in public with my hoodie on
Michigan State don't want him here
They don't know what he on
I know they prayed on my downfall
I know they prayed on my downfall
On all ten
Bitch I stood tall
Show these disloyal niggas how to ball
Hah
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