[Intro]
Kane, nigga, on the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who, you know, who gave
Who gave these niggas this flow, you know what I'm sayin'?
Baby Scarface
[Verse 1]
I first tasted cocaine in 10th grade
Homie at the table choppin' Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas, it's been six days
Keep it sweatin' like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job, livin' off in my momma's spot
Fuck it, I'ma bust a fuckin' jugg, I'm a juggernaut
Pop a zone and drop it off in that water, we was cookin' out
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushin' out
Feds lookin', cause I peddled paint to these poor folks
The realest niggas that I know ain't never sold dope
The hardest niggas that I know ain't never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand, I hit the bird line
And I brought that dog back to the set, niggas know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion packs
Keep this strictly business, you can't mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga, no glory in that
Feel like I'm outgrowin' all my friends, niggas thinkin' small
Gon' have to write them all a check, just to get the shit resolved
Then turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings, dawg
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can't quite stay in a position
Don't know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I'm cool with, my enemies I have yet to mention
Kane, nigga, on the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who, you know, who gave
Who gave these niggas this flow, you know what I'm sayin'?
Baby Scarface
[Verse 1]
I first tasted cocaine in 10th grade
Homie at the table choppin' Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas, it's been six days
Keep it sweatin' like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job, livin' off in my momma's spot
Fuck it, I'ma bust a fuckin' jugg, I'm a juggernaut
Pop a zone and drop it off in that water, we was cookin' out
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushin' out
Feds lookin', cause I peddled paint to these poor folks
The realest niggas that I know ain't never sold dope
The hardest niggas that I know ain't never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand, I hit the bird line
And I brought that dog back to the set, niggas know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion packs
Keep this strictly business, you can't mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga, no glory in that
Feel like I'm outgrowin' all my friends, niggas thinkin' small
Gon' have to write them all a check, just to get the shit resolved
Then turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings, dawg
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can't quite stay in a position
Don't know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I'm cool with, my enemies I have yet to mention
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