[Intro]
It's crazy I gotta tell niggas this shit like they forgot
[Verse 1]
Look where I made it to, with the same niggas I started with
Double-S-O just a quote but they know we a gang and they want be a part of it
Another city in another state
Another pay on another stage
Swear that these raps like a book 'bout my life that I'm writing and each song another page
I guess my mixtape like a novel huh
Chose to lead and a few chose to follow up
On stage with my squad, fuck an entourage
We don't need no security follow us
And we smoke heavy dope, put them bottles up
Came in here with some bitches, no models but
They the baddest and fuck with the realest youngin
Won't see me on a song if I feel they bluffin'
His name buzz on the street, I ain't heard it youngin
Not a lick, not a move, I ain't heard of nothing
Niggas taking these ranks but ain't showing nothing
Youngin's lost, they ain't learn about earning nothing
Out in the streets it's two type of niggas
Ones who show love when they see potential
Take you to the stu, toss you instrumentals
Put that word in your ear like, "son you an issue"
Then it's niggas who see your potential
Would only reach out when that shit been official
But them type of niggas same niggas who diss you
Or sorry ass suckers, don't feel sentimental
Just kill 'em myself, play they part with my own smarts
Fuck them niggas, this my own art
Give a fuck where they from, got my own start
Give a fuck who you with, got my own heart
It's crazy I gotta tell niggas this shit like they forgot
[Verse 1]
Look where I made it to, with the same niggas I started with
Double-S-O just a quote but they know we a gang and they want be a part of it
Another city in another state
Another pay on another stage
Swear that these raps like a book 'bout my life that I'm writing and each song another page
I guess my mixtape like a novel huh
Chose to lead and a few chose to follow up
On stage with my squad, fuck an entourage
We don't need no security follow us
And we smoke heavy dope, put them bottles up
Came in here with some bitches, no models but
They the baddest and fuck with the realest youngin
Won't see me on a song if I feel they bluffin'
His name buzz on the street, I ain't heard it youngin
Not a lick, not a move, I ain't heard of nothing
Niggas taking these ranks but ain't showing nothing
Youngin's lost, they ain't learn about earning nothing
Out in the streets it's two type of niggas
Ones who show love when they see potential
Take you to the stu, toss you instrumentals
Put that word in your ear like, "son you an issue"
Then it's niggas who see your potential
Would only reach out when that shit been official
But them type of niggas same niggas who diss you
Or sorry ass suckers, don't feel sentimental
Just kill 'em myself, play they part with my own smarts
Fuck them niggas, this my own art
Give a fuck where they from, got my own start
Give a fuck who you with, got my own heart
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