Bladadah RJmrLA

[Produced by Larry Jayy x Authentic]

[Verse 1]
You steady screaming out your team
But you snitching on them
Extensions on them triple breams come with zippers on it
I stood solid drop some knowledge got your liquids flowing
Mama I ain't make it out of college is you disappointed?
They want the old me when Mr was just in the motion
It's money over all bitches I don't miss a moment
I miss my daughter when gearing up to hit the road
I wish father here whenever I get a whiff of smoke
Don't miss the wave of Mr LA caught up in the go
You can never be near to know
I been planning my miracles
Had to manage my fears and grow
Incoming money calls dope on the line
Poke your nose in my bars there's some dope in disguise
Ain't you fed up yet? All this fake trap rap ain't develop yet
Blower came out the box like a clarinet
Throw the scope on the top what you staring at
My nigga setting weed shops up in every set
I be wearing my set ten summers charm
Til I'm tearing out the hair on my chest
That's on my son breath I'm a leader
A real feeder I'll bleed you like designer sneakers
Mr without a feature only less its fully loaded
Come through and separate the building chopper bungalowded
OK enough of that fly shit I'm overheads
On some south of Dubai bandannas on my head
My niggas learn how to ride standing on stolen pegs
Where do we go when we die and we already dead
I hit the sand on my last leg and my flag red no flag hole
I can hit your block and make your trap close
Niggas that be fronting got no backbone
I seen the future niggas passed on me
And all your new shit I had last summer
Black bomber 90 starter with the mags under
Come to the middle pick a shooter with no draft number
You can never see the thriller cos the mask on
From A to P we flee the villas when the crash come