[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Sittin' here, room getting smaller by the minute
Ain't enough space to fucking pivot
Ain't enough God in they eyes for forgiveness
We be in them trenches
Mind your fuckin' business
In the city where they value niggas tennis over tenants
Hoodrich baby what I call a death sentence
Momma check that bed every night, hope he in it
But you know we gotta get it so we left his ID
Shit, anything go
Barely 17
Snow on the Bluff trickle down the bloodstreams
We be fired up, I ain't talkin' special teams
Got a goal motherfucker so I'm sewing up my seams
See, I gotta plug these holes up for the winter
And all these rats come in and try to share my dinner
Talkin' they working hard, niggas barely caught a splinter
I'm all up in her and when I'm finished, y'all can get her
Hahaha, They funny man
Tell em Nique, I been here
People street like a mirror
Selling fruit snacks in December
And them niggas behind me, naw man, they ain't tenners
And naw, ain't got no temper
And naw, don't care bout sentencing
Quick to hand yo ass a 12 piece like Mrs. Winners
Off healing, Ion know where we headed, God with us tho
Bad chicks on the couch, that's Arsenio
The way we take this rap niggas out, its larceny, yo
Sittin' here, room getting smaller by the minute
Ain't enough space to fucking pivot
Ain't enough God in they eyes for forgiveness
We be in them trenches
Mind your fuckin' business
In the city where they value niggas tennis over tenants
Hoodrich baby what I call a death sentence
Momma check that bed every night, hope he in it
But you know we gotta get it so we left his ID
Shit, anything go
Barely 17
Snow on the Bluff trickle down the bloodstreams
We be fired up, I ain't talkin' special teams
Got a goal motherfucker so I'm sewing up my seams
See, I gotta plug these holes up for the winter
And all these rats come in and try to share my dinner
Talkin' they working hard, niggas barely caught a splinter
I'm all up in her and when I'm finished, y'all can get her
Hahaha, They funny man
Tell em Nique, I been here
People street like a mirror
Selling fruit snacks in December
And them niggas behind me, naw man, they ain't tenners
And naw, ain't got no temper
And naw, don't care bout sentencing
Quick to hand yo ass a 12 piece like Mrs. Winners
Off healing, Ion know where we headed, God with us tho
Bad chicks on the couch, that's Arsenio
The way we take this rap niggas out, its larceny, yo
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