[Intro]
(KimJ with the heat)
(What’s up?)
[Chorus]
Big dog and I’m wearing crystals
Ride for my niggas, blow the missiles
I remain me until it’s over
Knew that they was hatin', but it’s still love
My heart is sore, I want Aventadors
I can’t let you niggas sneak me, I won’t end the war
Fuck it, I’ma keep it pushin', I been grindin' for it
Fell in love with stormin', in case the sun don’t shine no mo'
The strongest crime to my song, so I don’t need an award
I can hear them devils comin'
I was me before the money, that’s on God
[Verse 1]
Lean and I’m on marijuana, I’m with God
They left me at the studio and I didn’t write a bar
This shit straight from the top and I come straight from the bottom
Before I fuck her, I made her neck, when she leave, I don’t call her
Ain’t no nigga put me on, they got the ball and start hollerin'
Got rid of seven niggas 'cause I seen the hate start to create
Can’t wait to see my nigga home, he was really in the field
I just hope my nigga safe, he was slidin' base to base
Kick it on the jet, I feel lonely
When you do dirt and you got tats, you keep on long sleeves
Shoot in his car, he get low like a [?]
Even though a nigga clean, I’ma junkie
(KimJ with the heat)
(What’s up?)
[Chorus]
Big dog and I’m wearing crystals
Ride for my niggas, blow the missiles
I remain me until it’s over
Knew that they was hatin', but it’s still love
My heart is sore, I want Aventadors
I can’t let you niggas sneak me, I won’t end the war
Fuck it, I’ma keep it pushin', I been grindin' for it
Fell in love with stormin', in case the sun don’t shine no mo'
The strongest crime to my song, so I don’t need an award
I can hear them devils comin'
I was me before the money, that’s on God
[Verse 1]
Lean and I’m on marijuana, I’m with God
They left me at the studio and I didn’t write a bar
This shit straight from the top and I come straight from the bottom
Before I fuck her, I made her neck, when she leave, I don’t call her
Ain’t no nigga put me on, they got the ball and start hollerin'
Got rid of seven niggas 'cause I seen the hate start to create
Can’t wait to see my nigga home, he was really in the field
I just hope my nigga safe, he was slidin' base to base
Kick it on the jet, I feel lonely
When you do dirt and you got tats, you keep on long sleeves
Shoot in his car, he get low like a [?]
Even though a nigga clean, I’ma junkie
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