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Just Bars

 

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[Intro:]
Gang
Got a lot of shit on my mind I've been tryna' get off me man
This for the streets, know what I'm saying?
This ain't no 4 Minutes Of Hell, Pt. 4, none of that
This just bars right here
No Limit MB, 150 Rock Block shit man
Ball Like I'm Kobe, the mixtape
Self-made, no nigga never gave me shit man
Self-Paid, on my own, me and my niggas
My squad, you know?

[Verse:]
Bitch I'm still the hottest, I'm just being honest
Turn me up a notch, I'm on supersonic
I ain't been asleep, bitch it's 8 o clock
When you finish nodding me meet me at the top
G Herbo in your city, fillin up the spot
Leaning off the drop, Mally got the Glock
Everywhere I go, Robin, Truey'd be up
Louis, Gucci'd up, all the newest stuff
While my diamond dancing and my robins glancing
Pocket full of Jacksons, shoebox full of Franklins
Smoking on Jamaican, all my clothes be stinking
I know niggas hating, choppas like the Haitians
I ain't single-chasing, I'm just being patient
Everything I'm saying, history in the making
Listen what I'm saying, I get in my zone
Offer me a milli I won't even take it
Where I'm from man, mill look like a nigga made it
When I milk the game it's gon' change up
Feeling like a nigga made it
Run it back, there ya nigga made it, huh
And I be riding down Lake Shore, getting faded
Dutchies, double cups, getting wasted, thinking
I know ain't no nigga fucking with me
Hottest, youngest in the fucking city
All the bitches wanna fucking lick me
Cause I just left the Summer Jam with Nicki
And she just helped me book a couple shows
I might hit the road and go chuck a fifty
Hundred niggas and we got them poles
And they gon' unload, you better not come near me
I be in the streets, catch me over East
When I see police, I don't talk to any
When you basic all the bitches complicating
When you getting money they start complimenting
When it come to bitches I done ran through several
You get on my level, nigga now you pimping
I be dodging hoes, never calling hoes
Pillow talking hoes, nigga now you tripping
Copping and I'm flippin, smoking and I'm sipping
Fucking and I'm pimping, package and I'm sending
Rapping and I'm trapping, earning and I'm spending
Make a broke nigga learn to pay attention
If I do not fuck with you it's my decision
Die a real nigga, true to my religion
You might go out snitching, I'mma go No Limit
Everywhere he go you know his .44 wit him
All that I remember is a .44 hit him
I was off the lean, bro was off a bean
When we in the scene 30's with the beams
Leave a murder scene, we ain't heard a thing
Niggas hating, act like they ain't heard of me
Call my phone for verses like emergencies
Swagger-jacking, they committing burglaries
I'm a trend setter, I'll set it off
Desert Eagle same one as Queen Latifah
It's a bitch, press her I'll let it off
These lil niggas, man they can't compare to me
They ain't gon' step to me cause I'm gon' get it on
Every day I leave the crib and sacrifice
I might go to prison, I might die tonight
'Till that day I'm living, nah, I ain't scared
Lotta niggas bitches, don't know how to fight
Leave 'em wit' a right, bro go get the pipe
Look out for the cops, don't see none in sight
All my niggas hustle, barely getting by
Stressing, smoking ounces barely getting high
I done seen a lotta real niggas die
Prolly reason why a nigga get so high
Get so high feel like I live in the sky
I'm so high I could tell all my niggas hi
Wish I had a chance to tell my niggas bye
Hate to see my fam and my niggas cry
Bodies dropping Summer to the Winter time
Lotta niggas never see the finish line
If I'm by my lonely I still got it on me
That's on every nigga I got tatted on me
In the battlefield I lost my brodies
CMOE, Peewee and I lost ya Kobe
I will never ever leave my brothers
He got on but he forgot his homies
Know you brothers we all need each other
If I got it then you got it homie
Believe that
All my niggas demons we still on the same shit
Drop 'em,' where the weed at?
150 dream team, all my shooters was need a check
And we all on top, I ain't even peaked yet, huh

[Outro:]
No Limit MB, 4L
Ball Like I'm Kobe, the mixtape
R.I.P all my niggas man, free all my niggas man
Shout out my squad
Shout out South Side, you already know

feito

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