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Braat Aye, Quando Rondo nigga Dubba-AA Flex Eh, eh, I
say I'ma keep it real on this one nigga No they don't love me like how they say the
love me (Naw) No they don't love me like how the
claim the
love me (Naw) No they don't love me like how they say the
love me (Naw) No they don't love me like how the
claim the
love me (Naw) Tear drops rolling down my right eye I
bang my flag to my left Fuck the
fame behind my name I
know lil' Pappy gon' step Metro police asking questions Thinking we gon' confess I
did some shit inside my past that I
still don't regret I'm on they neck aiming for head so ain't no sense to wear a
Teflon Brand new Gucci slides from Saks Fifth, you could get stepped on Flowers get put on head stones Quahfee my nigga dead and gone Powder inside my nigga nose Jayden think that I'm dead wrong Befo' the
cameras and the
fame I
use to kick doors You claiming you got 2
to catch up wit' us you need six more Hanging out the
window with that choppa screaming six souls Six niggas in the
rental down to slide, we clutching six poles Before the
cameras and the
fame everynight I
slept on buddha house Steady praying my dreams come true so I
could get the
fuck out buddha house I
know my gun I
can not move without 'Cause any minute we can shoot it out Daddy wasn't in my life My momma smoking dope by Rufus House Wrote my first rap locked in that juvenile All I
needed was a
chance Nobody showed no love to me when all I
needed was a
hand They took my nigga Quahfee from me And all I
needed was my mans Down on my dick, started hitting licks 'Cause all I
needed was some bands They claiming loyalty is priceless I
feel I'm paying for love This for my niggas up in heaven I
shoot a
flame up above This for my niggas in them jail cells I'ma bang for my thugs This for them pussy muthafuckers steady showing fake love I'm in the
valley of death, conversating wit' the
under gods Screaming out Never Broke Again while clutching my rod I
know them pussy niggas hating 'cause I
bet all the
odds I
had to separate the
real from fake, the
pros and the
cons This for them streets (Yeah them real niggas) This for them G's (And them Crips niggas) This for them Jects (Them HVill niggas) And for the
check (They gon' deal witcha) That's a
bet (We empty clips nigga) I
swear to god that this the
life a
nigga live nigga Ay, Shots fired off from the
Beretta I
got a
house in Marietta See I
ain't 'bout to do no talking See I
don't wanna hear no lecture I'm yelling out we 'bout whatever You may as well take your last breath Shots fired off, he on the
stretcher(Raa) Ay, check this out tho' I
made this song specifically for a
fuck ass nigga, my nigga I
just want that pussy ass nigga to know this NH business my nigga And guess what tho' I'ma buy your son a
present too bitch ass nigga Tear drops rolling down my right eye I
bang my flag to my left Fuck the
fame behind my name I
know lil' Pappy gon' step Metro police asking questions Thinking we gon' confess I
did some shit inside my past that I
still don't regret I'm on they neck aiming for head so ain't no sense to wear a
Teflon Brand new Gucci slides from Saks Fifth, you could get stepped on Flowers get put on head stones Quahfee my nigga dead and gone Powder inside my nigga nose Jayden think that I'm dead wrong How the
fuck you gon' beef and you broke nigga? This is the
sound Answer that Shouldn't have spared that pussy ass nigga mama in the
store that day
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