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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith
Songwriter
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
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