Separate My Self
(专辑: Separate My Self - 2014)
How you leave your mans dead for a
broke bitch? Most of these rap niggas on some ho shit How you leave your mans dead for a
broke bitch? Most of these rap niggas on some ho shit How going to school gone teach more shit And the
teacher said I
wouldn't be shit? Most of these rap niggas on some ho shit How going to school gone teach more shit And the
teacher said I
wouldn't be shit? L'A Capone speaking, man. Team 600. Niggas know how I'm coming, man. You know, I
just gotta separate myself man...from all this fufu shit. It's a
lot of fufu shit going on round here, kid. You hear me? How you leave your mans dead for a
broke bitch? Most of these rap niggas on some ho shit How going to school gone teach more shit And the
teacher said I
wouldn't be shit? I
guess I'm just stuck on that street shit Niggas mad cause we ball on that Heat shit And everyday, I
pop out on some flee shit I
love designer, that's me, shit How you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em? Why you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em? Pillow-talking, we gotta expose him If he got them oz., then we poke him L'A too real, you can't clone him! You ain't talking no bands, then don't phone him Two-tone chrome under the
True shirt Try to go on a
date and get your boo hurt I
don't like no dramatic bitch So I
just separate myself from shit If you post up, I
hope you brought your kit Cause I'm wounding cats when that chopper spit Lil Dee in the
trap, pop out, Glock out He'll kill 'em, I
ain't lying, heard it from the
horse mouth Can't walk through the
Six, you a
Brick, another route Hit a
stain for the
shit, made it flip, another house Young nigga hood, but I'm trying to make it out Meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout Riding through the
hood, we let 30s hang out And if he ain't Double-O then he can't hang out Fuck talking tough, nigga we can bang out It was raining out when my mom put me out But I
don't understand what the
net beef 'bout It's a
drill in your hood so nobody hang out I
ain't never heard 'bout a
top-notch bitch Some raw little chick who ain't did no dicks So when I
get a
check, put ice on my wrist Got a
whole lot of shit, nothing for a
bitch My name hold weight so niggas wanna kick Call up the
lean man, need another six Get another stain then do another hit Slide on the
O, get a
yop, now I'm lit We don't tolerate bitch-ness Sneak diss bad for your fitness Let's get this, hit your block up, leave no witness 25 shots, that's Christmas Got a
handful of niggas on hitlists I
made this here for the
bitches And the
snitches, and the
lames Brick nigga, stay in your lane Only so long 'fore a
nigga get changed All the
opps wanna put dirt on my name I'm a
still be the
same, you can keep the
change Ain't too many young niggas in the
game That can say they ain't never been a
motherfucking lame I
watched these niggas get bitched by the
gang It's levels to this shit, man