Questions

How he trap and he can’t see shit

How he turn up the **** be lit

He got Dior on all of his sneakers how the hell he match up with the drip

Did you hear what he rap in his songs

Boy that **** be talking that shit

How the hell he be working a gun

Cause he said he walked in with a stick

That be some of the questions I get

Shout my Brodie he taught me the script

Had to hustle and sell a lil weed

I went to a P from a zip

Told me keep a lil piece on my hip

Your condition don’t really mean shit

They gon try you they think you a lick

30 or better just shoot till it click

At the table with bosses I put in that work

Had a minor addiction I stayed on a Perc

I got put out the crib and it wasn’t the first

All I had was 200 and bought me some work

Boy I hit the block running and ran up them racks

I was dragging my nuts and I ran up a sack

I had ten in the safe and I slept with my strap

But aye keep that a secret you tell you a rat

Had a bitch she was loyal she came in a clutch

She came in seen the glock and she didn’t even jump

She pulled up on a Wednesday I gave her a hump

She make some of these **** just look like they punks

Tell my **** keep grinding we chasing them m’s

And I came with some spinners I’m fixing my rims

Grab the blade then I cut off a few of my friends

Then again if I cut them they wasn’t my friends

**** why you think I had to walk with a nine

**** cause I had to worry bout mine

I know it’s ridiculous but they killing kids and bitches so why would they care if I’m blind

I tried to keep that on the low from my momma

I found that weed help me cope with my problems

Don’t lose your hope all my **** I got us

Stick with each other then nothing can stop us

How he trap and he can’t see shit

How he turn up the **** be lit

He got Dior on all of his sneakers how the hell he match up with the drip

Did you hear what he rap in his songs

Boy that **** be talking that shit

How the hell he be working a gun

Cause he said he walked in with a stick

That be some of the questions I get

Shout my Brodie he taught me the script

Had to hustle and sell a lil weed

I went to a P from a zip

Told me keep a lil piece on my hip

Your condition don’t really mean shit

They gon try you they think you a lick

30 or better just shoot till it click

I can even tell you bout one of them times

I went on a lick and was ready to slide

Ride with my **** I had a pistol when it came to Brodie was ready to die

Both down bad **** had to survive

Stepping wit the steppers was really outside

He tried his best to keep me out the ride

Didn’t think it was cool just ain’t play about mine

I had jumped off the porch so he thought it was time

Skipping school with this bitch on the cherry hill line

At my school they tried to play but I wasn’t that guy

I got in some fights they ain’t care bout my eyes

I thought I took flight the first time I got high

My first piece of pussy three years after nine

Ain’t gon cap like I ain’t get finessed a few times

  **** real but when money come **** switch sides

I’m just telling my story

I know that they curious

You wanna know if I’m keeping it real

How he blind and he do that I know how you feel

Found out some **** ain’t for me

I had to learn the hard way it is life

Love is selfish they don’t got to love you like you like

Had to learn in my city two wrongs make it right

How he trap and he can’t see shit

How he turn up the **** be lit

He got Dior on all of his sneakers how the hell he match up with the drip

Did you hear what he rap in his songs

Boy that **** be talking that shit

How the hell he be working a gun

Cause he said he walked in with a stick

That be some of the questions I get

Shout my Brodie he taught me the script

Had to hustle and sell a lil weed

I went to a P from a zip

Told me keep a lil piece on my hip

Your condition don’t really mean shit

They gon try you they think you a lick

30 or better just shoot till it click