Keep preaching
I ran out of money got a job got check and I flipped it
I was just chillin they was hating from a distance
I don’t go out cuz that’s when you feel the tension
Never run in my socks you can never catch me slippin
Big pippin no Scottie
Pimp c and bumb
Underground king I know Widefield love me
Forever humble but only put god above me
Lookin in the mirror that’s when shit gets ugly
Roach blunt in the wood that’s when shit get lonely
If that’s yo girl why is yo bitch on me
Niggas talk behind my back and try to act like the homie
Bitchs say that loyal until they try to fuck the Brodie
That’s a god damn shame
All thesе god damn lames
Lying for the fame just fucking up thе game
You runnin out of money that’s when shit get strange
If you ain’t gotta dolla you’ll never pull a dame
You can feel my pain in the beat jay made that
I just wrote a verse made it short so you can play it back
Corner back on a sneak blitz I had to take a sack
Then sell the drugs to the white dudes playing Hacky sack
Grew up in the berbs throwing hands I ain’t have strap
Weird black kids hiding dope in the fanny pack
Young black kids sum was trapping in the h&m
Grounded I was stayin in
A lot people around me they was dyin Rest In Peace to jenn
Sometimes you gotta take it in
That niggas really hatin him For no reason
Spit fire in a cold demon
Drop it’s not that deep but it can get deeper
I’m a peace seaker but if it’s beef im a meat clever
New bitch and she cold diva
Niggas griming they gone keep leaching
Niggas lunch ima keep eating
I’m the voice and ima keep preaching
I ran out of money got a job got check and I flipped it
I was just chillin they was hating from a distance
I don’t go out cuz that’s when you feel the tension
Never run in my socks you can never catch me slippin
Big pippin no Scottie
Pimp c and bumb
Underground king I know Widefield love me
Forever humble but only put god above me
Lookin in the mirror that’s when shit gets ugly
Roach blunt in the wood that’s when shit get lonely
If that’s yo girl why is yo bitch on me
Niggas talk behind my back and try to act like the homie
Bitchs say that loyal until they try to fuck the Brodie
That’s a god damn shame
All thesе god damn lames
Lying for the fame just fucking up thе game
You runnin out of money that’s when shit get strange
If you ain’t gotta dolla you’ll never pull a dame
You can feel my pain in the beat jay made that
I just wrote a verse made it short so you can play it back
Corner back on a sneak blitz I had to take a sack
Then sell the drugs to the white dudes playing Hacky sack
Grew up in the berbs throwing hands I ain’t have strap
Weird black kids hiding dope in the fanny pack
Young black kids sum was trapping in the h&m
Grounded I was stayin in
A lot people around me they was dyin Rest In Peace to jenn
Sometimes you gotta take it in
That niggas really hatin him For no reason
Spit fire in a cold demon
Drop it’s not that deep but it can get deeper
I’m a peace seaker but if it’s beef im a meat clever
New bitch and she cold diva
Niggas griming they gone keep leaching
Niggas lunch ima keep eating
I’m the voice and ima keep preaching
( Bank Moody )
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