Lyrics

Do the crime, do the time never snitch on your brother Hold it down like you under the weather How you call him your man and y'all ain't get no money together You know he hurting but you don't wanna see him do better You got the formula but you don't want to show that man Even worse you won't throw him a band, damn Be the same type of nigga won't look out for their mother So for sure he won't look out for his brother Damn In the belly of the beast where the sun don't shine much In the jungle where you probably could find us Where niggas is plotting all on your Pockets you'll get killed over commas Kiss you goodnight ain't no need for pajamas Just being honest Keep your enemies close but your strap even closer And keep your eyes open like a G suppose to You get caught slipping you won't get a do over And if you lucky you won't meet Jehovah Stay woke If you ain't living what you rapping then to us you a corn Never been through nothing, never weathered no storm As a man dawg your word suppose to be your bond Instead you living like Pinocchio but we don't buy your okie doke We trapping to survive, on your parents y'all depend Spending mommy money like you hustled for them ends It's only for so long fake niggas could pretend What don't come out in the wash will come out in the rinse These niggas frauding and I ain't never like they kind Gotta hit the blunt these days to ease my mind When they show you who they are better believe them signs I hope the real come back one day at a time You gotta walk in my shoes to see the places I been Like when them numbers ain't punch I had to switch up my bin Put a stack on the bit and ain't make back a cent Did whatever just to get it right, some nights I ain't sleep at night Was due to bad thoughts but still I woke up blessed These niggas all fronting word to mommy they stressed On top of that they singing like they work at the Met Nothing more, nothing less these niggas rats in the flesh Acting like they ain't the plug to get a bigger cut Giving snake vibes and them numbers ain't adding up You know wussup Make a nigga wanna do something to you And they don't care if they went to school with you Who raised y'all, y'all morals and principles are off Bunch of females, you probably get menstruals and all Got my name from a female, was raised by a female And that's cool but homie I don't move like no female I move like a soldier in the army or something I be strapped up and in boots it's drama I'm dumping Leave you Swiss cheesed up, ripped from the knees up And paramedics won't save you, you gon need more than luck Nigga
Writer(s): Christopher Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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