[Intro]
(FOREVEROLLING)
[Verse 1]
I had a book before I wrote a hook, tried it and it took
His is bendy, Fendi blended, pressed, and pushed, J wan' kiss the cook
This big chopper'll chop a nigga roof, gangster as I look
If somethin' get killed, they hide for two, three months, we chase shit down on foot
Tryna bump, it ain't no front, niggas ain't outside to hunt
He was hatin', I had a hunch, I set somethin' up and somethin' get slumped
He ain't like that it's a front, put me in a song for what?
Even if it blow, you better not never post a show or nothin'
They get the lo' and don't do nothin', we get the lo', a soul go up
Why you fake want smoke with us? As if your bucks ain't slow enough
Niggas dead, I ain't makin' no diss, I make hits, they know what's up
When we war, I'm in the front, but when y'all beef, you Loaded Lux
On the phone, he sound so tough, I pulled up, niggas wasn't on nothin'
Most murders last thirty months and niggas still ain't called my bluff
[Chorus]
Yeah, my mama always told me, "Baby, seeing is believing"
He slid on people, wasn't 'bout beef, and niggas ain't no demons
You know to keep your moves quiet, dyin' if I see him
The reason niggas know to up that yeeky, ain't no speakin'
The reason niggas grievin', tryna clique up, make it even
The reason niggas need help breathin', doctor, stop the bleedin'
The reason niggas' people pay for peace, but ain't no treaty
The reason niggas grievin', tryna clique up, make it even
(FOREVEROLLING)
[Verse 1]
I had a book before I wrote a hook, tried it and it took
His is bendy, Fendi blended, pressed, and pushed, J wan' kiss the cook
This big chopper'll chop a nigga roof, gangster as I look
If somethin' get killed, they hide for two, three months, we chase shit down on foot
Tryna bump, it ain't no front, niggas ain't outside to hunt
He was hatin', I had a hunch, I set somethin' up and somethin' get slumped
He ain't like that it's a front, put me in a song for what?
Even if it blow, you better not never post a show or nothin'
They get the lo' and don't do nothin', we get the lo', a soul go up
Why you fake want smoke with us? As if your bucks ain't slow enough
Niggas dead, I ain't makin' no diss, I make hits, they know what's up
When we war, I'm in the front, but when y'all beef, you Loaded Lux
On the phone, he sound so tough, I pulled up, niggas wasn't on nothin'
Most murders last thirty months and niggas still ain't called my bluff
[Chorus]
Yeah, my mama always told me, "Baby, seeing is believing"
He slid on people, wasn't 'bout beef, and niggas ain't no demons
You know to keep your moves quiet, dyin' if I see him
The reason niggas know to up that yeeky, ain't no speakin'
The reason niggas grievin', tryna clique up, make it even
The reason niggas need help breathin', doctor, stop the bleedin'
The reason niggas' people pay for peace, but ain't no treaty
The reason niggas grievin', tryna clique up, make it even
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