| Lyrics | [Verse]
Where are my niggas when I em’ most?
I shoot by myself, so I don’t need a coach
I need the lean, bitch I need a dose
I’m fuckin a bitch that I don’t even know
I’m struggling bitch, I’m in need of some help
Got racks in my pockets, my wallet fishscale
I sip on the orange, like Kenan and Kel
First degree murder, he can’t get no bail
I post on the block, like I’m waiting on mail
I am not eating, my face getting pale
I gotta keep going, I don’t wanna fail
My niggas they know they won’t see me in jail
The path that I’m going down will not end wellYou might also like |
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