Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Lawrence Rayam
Songwriter
Lyrics
Two of my realest turned fake on me I don't even know what's real nomo
Niggas smacking and kreepin dey dawgs so with this FN I protect my soul dawg
Died when I was in that cell real definition of heart Been cold niggas wanna
Smack me yea I been told steady sparking my wood till I gotta spark that
Pole same niggas played in sandbox with same niggas
Wanna see my top split hating
Niggas watch dem scary niggas they be the main ones turning to cops bih
People my age don't live to be old nomo so I be tryna
Change my ways quick you ever gave yo last to somebody
But deep inside you know they
Wouldn't do the same shit but you love that person you don't wanna see'm hurt so
You'll keep doing it again I got it on my own Ian walk roun wid open hands and if
You see my hand it's a 30 clip hanging out the end
You got somebody that been through
The worse with you keep 'em close its a 1 out of 10
If you'll find it again im still screaming rest up the guys until I meet
The guys spitritual young nigga I can see a snake from a mile a way
Shoot his head off if he slide roll up a wood
Clutch my fi while I'm lookin in the sky Ima be the last one standin
I'm tryna see 85 but if that time come early don't cry just sing
My song screamin run why you looking in the sky
Take yo sack feed da fam nd take a trip to
Dubai think I'm lackin roll the dice they killed my dawg he ain't do Shit
Every since then my head on ain't been right mask on gloves tight
Thats the only way to make it right
I stuff dosia in this Russian to keep my head on tight
I remember when I was in that cell when I was sending kites
Niggas getting smacked niggas getting dropped jus for getting hyped
Writer(s): Michael Rayam
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