[Intro]
What up tip, nigga?
I feel like the realest nigga in the world right now
Smoking all these exotic weed
Some shit that touch your soul
Real facts that they don't want to be real fact
This from the heart right here, [?]
[Verse 1]
I never been the type to name drop, a game drop
I let the same haters take the same shots
They'll humble up when they ain't hot
Hoping that them games stop like hoping rain stop
Like when a hurricane headed for your block
No hе not who people think he is
Lеt's see if you gon' still be solid in your wrinkle years
Them stepping on me those that really feel, changing on me
My opps piling up against me and they ganging on me
And I ain't even gangster, this is dangerous
Social media make you hit the bottom
Instagram got her wanna ballin
Instagram got you wanna model
Go in the hood shake my head it be hardden a four
Lil' kids don't even know god no more, feel me now?
This world so feminine so watch your child
He sixteen, you got a son get him some pussy now
How can you tell a woman what to carry in her stomach?
When she feeling that's a cancer in her fucking stomach
Can I vent? Can you ask me how I'm feelin fore you ask for rent?
You don't feel like that because you fucking can't
Your ego made you turn on your people you crash
You was the shit in high school, what happened?
Bitches tryna take our life for some shit that we rap
And I'm from south Baton Rouge, where I'ma put in the map
When I saw cocaine coming it the top of the cab
Late night flights, bitch thugging with [? ]
I kept the [?] but I ain't use it, I was nasty
Scorpio a make you raw dog a ho, who you call a ho
Did B.G. make parole? Hell no, was you mad?
No, I understand how the jail go
When C-Murder hear this motherfucker here
He gone say this nigga here talking shit
And he gone pass it down to tip, where my city at?
Every week I'm missing three
I'm like damn I need my nigga back
They say I rap my fan to the grave
Where all my feeling at, talk that shit
Now it's a roof, but these stars say where my ceiling at (talk that shit [?])
Can't too many stitch boss man on they fitted cap
Rappers used to be heroes
Now they shoot us down like we freethrows
Like killing a rapper the cheat code (talk that shit)
Popping percs is cooler than selling kilo (talk that shit)
Women showing too much, looking like cheap ho
And I hope you know and she know
They gone try to take you fore you Takeoff
Long live migo
What up tip, nigga?
I feel like the realest nigga in the world right now
Smoking all these exotic weed
Some shit that touch your soul
Real facts that they don't want to be real fact
This from the heart right here, [?]
[Verse 1]
I never been the type to name drop, a game drop
I let the same haters take the same shots
They'll humble up when they ain't hot
Hoping that them games stop like hoping rain stop
Like when a hurricane headed for your block
No hе not who people think he is
Lеt's see if you gon' still be solid in your wrinkle years
Them stepping on me those that really feel, changing on me
My opps piling up against me and they ganging on me
And I ain't even gangster, this is dangerous
Social media make you hit the bottom
Instagram got her wanna ballin
Instagram got you wanna model
Go in the hood shake my head it be hardden a four
Lil' kids don't even know god no more, feel me now?
This world so feminine so watch your child
He sixteen, you got a son get him some pussy now
How can you tell a woman what to carry in her stomach?
When she feeling that's a cancer in her fucking stomach
Can I vent? Can you ask me how I'm feelin fore you ask for rent?
You don't feel like that because you fucking can't
Your ego made you turn on your people you crash
You was the shit in high school, what happened?
Bitches tryna take our life for some shit that we rap
And I'm from south Baton Rouge, where I'ma put in the map
When I saw cocaine coming it the top of the cab
Late night flights, bitch thugging with [? ]
I kept the [?] but I ain't use it, I was nasty
Scorpio a make you raw dog a ho, who you call a ho
Did B.G. make parole? Hell no, was you mad?
No, I understand how the jail go
When C-Murder hear this motherfucker here
He gone say this nigga here talking shit
And he gone pass it down to tip, where my city at?
Every week I'm missing three
I'm like damn I need my nigga back
They say I rap my fan to the grave
Where all my feeling at, talk that shit
Now it's a roof, but these stars say where my ceiling at (talk that shit [?])
Can't too many stitch boss man on they fitted cap
Rappers used to be heroes
Now they shoot us down like we freethrows
Like killing a rapper the cheat code (talk that shit)
Popping percs is cooler than selling kilo (talk that shit)
Women showing too much, looking like cheap ho
And I hope you know and she know
They gone try to take you fore you Takeoff
Long live migo
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