Lyrics

I got a problem, call my brody, he gon' attack the philly
It's been a week and **** claimin' that they lookin' for me
I'm in the crib, so what's up, I got somethin' for him
You **** cappin' and your reps, ain't nobody bout it
You think cause I don't be outside, I don't got nobody
It's been a year and the **** still have yet to try me
You try and troll me in DMs, man, these **** childish
And I ain't even in the streets, but I'm still involved
And when it's smoke, ****, never hesitate to call
I'm really with it, I ain't never let my **** fall
Cause when it's time, we gon' see what **** really on
Fuck a diss song, fight and go and make a song
Forever ridin' for my sister, even if she wrong
It's family first and I never been the one to tell
Nobody knows if I did it, I been doin' well
I remember tellin' Mez how I really felt
And every time I went to school, try and get some help
I know a way to get a bag, I'ma put you on
Look on the gram, now I'm seein' that this **** gone
And there ain't nothin' you can do when your **** dead
Get the drop and I promise **** on your head
2010, I was chillin, I was just a kid
Couple years, started hangin' with a couple friends
Summer came, all these bitches started wantin' dick
Situation with a thot, try and call her brother
I was tryin' keep it cool, brody up the cutter
And every time I slid on ****, I was all alone
And even though I was a stepper, shit was really dope
I keep it all to myself, you don't gotta know
Never switch up on the block, do this for the bros
Never switch up on the block, do this for the bros
I see it, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do
I see it, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do
You can start from the top
Written by: Isaiah Mott
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