Credits
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Kevin Williams
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Lyrics
Always down to slide in a stoolie **** fried
Rip marty he's the best to ever drive
Forever fuck the opps we ain't never switching sides
These bullets Chinese they say hurry up & die
I Got geekas trynna buy im just trynna feed my fam
If you ain't Marty gang don't be saying you my mans
Broski moving tan out on bail going ham
Lawyer money dirty money that's his debt to Uncle Sam
Rob a plug for every gram before we starve ****
Who told **** you dont bleed when you scarred ****
You fraud **** sonny booming off a fraud ****
He said bro I'm hood rich fuck a job ****
I just tell em play it cool **** hate when you don't lose
**** watch ya plate but never help you get the food
I'm just trynna touch a million fore my sonny go to school
You still in the feelings cause you still got shit to prove
I got homies in them cells they be giving **** hell
Ever stood over a opp, laughing cause that **** fell
**** say they big dogs see us then they tucking tail
ion get us out the hood then they can say a **** failed
**** know we in the field I ain't scared to go to jail
I ain't never hear no graveyards giving out no bail
Shootouts in my sleep wake up sweating with the chills
Bro cut me off for weeks cause I ain't call him on a drill
Man this shit be getting real
Bm mad that I still pop pills
She don't know bout them drills
She ion know how I feel
I can't explain how I feel
Man this shit be getting real
Really trapping until **** get a deal
Put my mama in the hills
Crib big like uncle Phil's
I know them people on my heels
Man this shit getting real
Written by: Kevin Williams