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Lil Poppa

No More

 

No More

(album: Under Investigation 2 - 2019)


[Lil Poppa:]
I just put three-five in the Backwood, this shit smoking
I ain't gon' lie, it got a nigga choking
I'm on all these drugs, got me moving in slow motion
Don't think a nigga slipping, bitch, you tripping, I be focused
I came from the block, it was a lot of pistol toting
I came from the house, you hit the lights, you see the roaches
Whole hood told me I was gon' be that golden, chosen
I came from the bottom, bitch, stop acting like you know me
You talking like you 'bout it, pussy nigga gotta show me
Shawty creeping like a mamba but he shooting like he Kobe
Doug say he just booked a show, I told him put it on the Rollie
Quaylo just say he straight, told my nigga that's for surely

I'm living lavish, baby, I never had it, baby
Turned to an addict, baby, now I'm a savage
Pockets got cabbage, baby, I gotta have it, baby
Used to be tragic, we was shooting in traffic
'Member when the sun ain't shine over here
I swear now I don't see the rain no more
I don't see the rain no more
I don't feel the same pain no more

[Mozzy:]
Yeah, heartbroken, all the killers I lost
We giggle 'bout 'em when them niggas get off
Look how my driller got off
Tear up the mall, we don't care what it cost
Bitch, I used to get my drip out of Ross, it was embarassing
Granny used to take us to school, that's how they caravan
Hated being broke, I'm selling boxes of Airheads
That's first grade, fourth and fifth grade, seen it kick in
That's when shit changed, by the sixth grade, dope game, stuck on cocaine
Pigs know me by my whole name, this is folk's game
Mama know I gotta run away to serve 'em dope chains
You don't know no pain 'til your brother 'nem get smoked, man
AndI got whatever, bring my lil' niggas home, man
You know how we operate, obligated he gon' gang
You know how we operate, obligated from close range
Rapping ass niggas ain't active, they going both ways
Wide bodied bulletproof truck taking up both lanes

[Lil Poppa:]
I'm living lavish, baby, I never had it, baby
Turned to an addict, baby, now I'm a savage
Pockets got cabbage, baby, I gotta have it, baby
Used to be tragic, we was shooting in traffic
'Member when the sun ain't shine over here
I swear now I don't see the rain no more
I don't see the rain no more
I don't feel the same pain no more

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