[Intro]
(Triage)
(J Milly, what up?)
[Verse 1: JB Bin Laden]
She want a young turnt nigga
She want the man, not the man in the middle
Can't trust these bitches, my demand is stiffer
No bap in my rap, let me paint you a picture
See, I can go way back, bitch, I been that nigga
You catch me in public, see, I keep a blicker
You say you gon' uh, bitch, I beg to differ
Yeah, when I'm alone, I'm still with them niggas
I lost a lot of niggas to the trenches
L'A Capone face up in a pendant
We can get it on, know my clip extended
We can't get along, this shit never ending
[Verse 2: CEO Trayle]
I'm just worried 'bout the score whеn I look at it
It was 5:54 when we did this shit
Saw the caskеt, we closed it and finished it
She won't drop me no more los, know I'm killin' shit
He disguised as a snake, he was slitherin'
What the fuck? Boy, what's up? Why you fidgeting?
Might go back to that bitch that I hit again
If we make it out this shit, we can live again
Pop a Percocet, slow the adrenaline
If you told and you know, you ain't gettin' in
Couldn't hang with them niggas, wasn't fittin' in
Smoke a strain, this another stain 'til we get them M&Ms, 4
[Verse 3: JB Bin Laden]
I'm fresh as fuck when I'm comin' through
Niggas hate and switch up, what I did to you?
Damn, I hate that shit really is fuckin' fu'
[?] told me, "Don't let that shit get to you"
I was gone, but I'm back, now I'm feelin' it
[?] was just poor, I remember it
Now I got my own house with a safe in it
Ben Frank, he attendant, he runnin' it
He done took off to space and he chillin' now
Bankroll big, Mike Amiri, they fittin' now
Niggas' pockets ain't got shit but linen now
I was really [?] loads, I'm the middleman
Now I'm up, shit stuck, shit different
Move militant, belligerent
It's only us, ain't many friends
It's locked in, no gettin' in
This Ruger right here, it's an F&N
Keep a shooter right here when I'm steppin' in
I'll shoot you myself, what the fuck you sayin'?
Nigga, who ain't like what? Stop fuckin' playin'
Whole gang lit, it ain't just one man
Baccarat, Bond No. 9 I'm sprayin'
Cross T's, dot I's, I'm a grown-ass man
Can't fuck with me, that's all I'm sayin'
[Outro]
On foenem
(Triage)
(J Milly, what up?)
[Verse 1: JB Bin Laden]
She want a young turnt nigga
She want the man, not the man in the middle
Can't trust these bitches, my demand is stiffer
No bap in my rap, let me paint you a picture
See, I can go way back, bitch, I been that nigga
You catch me in public, see, I keep a blicker
You say you gon' uh, bitch, I beg to differ
Yeah, when I'm alone, I'm still with them niggas
I lost a lot of niggas to the trenches
L'A Capone face up in a pendant
We can get it on, know my clip extended
We can't get along, this shit never ending
[Verse 2: CEO Trayle]
I'm just worried 'bout the score whеn I look at it
It was 5:54 when we did this shit
Saw the caskеt, we closed it and finished it
She won't drop me no more los, know I'm killin' shit
He disguised as a snake, he was slitherin'
What the fuck? Boy, what's up? Why you fidgeting?
Might go back to that bitch that I hit again
If we make it out this shit, we can live again
Pop a Percocet, slow the adrenaline
If you told and you know, you ain't gettin' in
Couldn't hang with them niggas, wasn't fittin' in
Smoke a strain, this another stain 'til we get them M&Ms, 4
[Verse 3: JB Bin Laden]
I'm fresh as fuck when I'm comin' through
Niggas hate and switch up, what I did to you?
Damn, I hate that shit really is fuckin' fu'
[?] told me, "Don't let that shit get to you"
I was gone, but I'm back, now I'm feelin' it
[?] was just poor, I remember it
Now I got my own house with a safe in it
Ben Frank, he attendant, he runnin' it
He done took off to space and he chillin' now
Bankroll big, Mike Amiri, they fittin' now
Niggas' pockets ain't got shit but linen now
I was really [?] loads, I'm the middleman
Now I'm up, shit stuck, shit different
Move militant, belligerent
It's only us, ain't many friends
It's locked in, no gettin' in
This Ruger right here, it's an F&N
Keep a shooter right here when I'm steppin' in
I'll shoot you myself, what the fuck you sayin'?
Nigga, who ain't like what? Stop fuckin' playin'
Whole gang lit, it ain't just one man
Baccarat, Bond No. 9 I'm sprayin'
Cross T's, dot I's, I'm a grown-ass man
Can't fuck with me, that's all I'm sayin'
[Outro]
On foenem
( JB Bin Laden )
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