(Verse) I need love I'm sliding in that cutlass just because I pray to God my son won't be a thug You know I'm on the grind I don't even get to see him You know my baby momma She don't even let me see him On the track I gotta run nigga I'm sipping champagne I ain't gotta pop a pill Wolve stripes in my body, I hit that nigga up Wolve stripes got my rifle everythin' I did before No peroxide, but I'm sitting in the cut With my cousin Popeye at the top It's just us I'm jumping out the range Remember riding on that bus I shook my old bih because all she wanna do is fuss I need gratitude, Im on a different latitude If you run up on me then I’ma bag a dude Gratitude, and you know I’m straight dumpin' it Got all the cheese But I ain’t talking ‘bout government I was hollering at the jitterbug He said you wanna rap too He said you wanna have plenty love Matter fact he in the booth with me I don't fuck with E-Murder He almost died on that 250 But you know I still pray for him I'll still load up and go spray for him I don't wanna hit the chain gang but been in and out I'm 19, but I was a baby when I jumped off the porch I quit basketball just to thug the fucking block I was jacking cars going to juvenile in and out You would think I do construction I was out here selling rocks I was in the rap game, but i was still on the block I was sitting in a cell when Enale got shot That's my cousin Swear to God it would have been different if I was out My nigga Wyjib died, it took a lot not to cry I was in cell reminiscing about all the times We was out her kicking door in We was out here on the grind You would pop a xanax, quick to pop a nigga up Call a nigga polka dot we will run up in you spot Like a nigga trying shoes, tie that paper into a knot I rep 1800 block, ugly corner Sniper gang I rep 1800 block, 1800 block, ugly corner Sniper gang, I rep 1800 blockTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
