We screamin' murder Tell that bitch get out my business, fuck 'em
One of forty-two, this all custom Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother, Val, I love you My pendants custom, I miss you, this shit for nothing My issue with the state pen, I know if Skeet could do it over He'll take ten I know Skeet could do it over, he throw that H still Why niggas caught so many bodies? I damn near can't chill Shit, it's war with whoever I'm like Diesel in '02, I score on whoever And I wish Dunk could see me now, doggie, I'm lockin' shit A quarter mill' to get him our lawyer, let's lock it in Ten million, all cash, what I want to drop again My assets good, new estate in the woods Used to have pit bulls, I replaced 'em with wolves No more chasin' this dream shit, now dreams chase me Like I ain't sipped in a week, boo, I can't even eat I done gave niggas songs, niggas gave up on me Val, you hurt my soul, I don't believe it, come home It's like I need you more than ever, and since you've been gone Baby, I'm leanin' more than ever, I tried to keep it together I know Reece smilin' down on me
My phone number changed, it's hard to know my homies It's a colder shoulder me, it's not the old me And I still remember everything you told me We pickin' up the Richards, puttin' down the Rollies And no, I'm not the richest, but I'm not the police I took it on the chin, I ain't have no co-de Told all my niggas win, they all said, "Show me" And from that point on, everything on me
Fuck it, one of forty-two, this all custom Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother Val, I love you, I need you, and I miss you, come see me If he was still alive, I'll probably be somewhere with Reece Yo, and Rep followin' behind me in a demon Gotti finna leave us, so if it's only us, it's for a reason I ain't pickin' up, don't wanna kick it Stayin' focused, runnin' up the chicken, Jazzy, what's the ticket? Doggie, where the bitches? 'Cause niggas ain't playin' with us now, bro, I don't get it Told you I was finna shut it down and I meant it still The turntest young nigga in the city
Fuck it, one of forty-two, this all custom Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother Val, I love you, I need you, and I miss you, where Reece? We was down, lost a couple rounds, but we still beat 'em Bitch, we still undefeated, I'm the one and they see it Nah, for real niggas need us, lost some crack in the cleaners Double back with the steamer, still got shit up in zeamers I don't owe 'em, it's sittin', tell that ho to get with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
