[Intro] Man I still can't believe niggas, I went broke tryna please niggas Man it's like, I was right there man Shit, I kinda thought I made it and I kinda got lazy man But I still got a point to motherfucking prove nigga
[Verse 1] Man, I still can't believe niggas, I went broke tryna feed niggas We hit a bump in the road and you gon' leave nigga? Bitch niggas came around when shit was gravy On my mama I ain't lying, I'm finna make these niggas hate me This the test of heart, is you gon' ride or we gon' fall apart? Everybody wanna shine, be crying in the dark I'm Koly P, I'm like the sensei And all that pain in my heart, I need some BenGay Last week I made like ten K, My auntie call me on they rent day And when they ask, I just text them back comprende Pooh tired of that Jag, he want that Bentley And if they ever ask, tell them that the hood sent me Done came a long way from penitentiaries I'm Koly P the boss, I came home and made history How the fuck I'm still alive, that's a mystery I got mami on my side, she practice witchery, me
[Interlude] See a wise woman told me (a wise woman told me) The darkest part of the night (the darkest) Is right before the sunrise (right before the sunrise nigga) So keep your head up nigga
[Verse 2] I heard niggas still tweaking But when they see me they be speakin' Ain't fucking with you niggas, I be anti for a reason When I said I was gon' blow, them pussy niggas didn't believe me Just had a talk with God, I told him I been fighting demons Ten racks for a show, I never bite the hand that feed me Put diamonds in my wrist, if they don't like me they gon' see me Put this forty to your face, I'm coming at you niggas three deep Bought a Winchester pump, look like the one that be on TV Nigga buckle up, I'm finna take you on the gangster ride Can't believe I once contemplated suicide Man, this rap shit ain't a hobby See, I really lost it all when they found my nigga body If they looking for a gift, Koly got it Spoke my mind on every beat and made a profit Up and down I-95, doing shows till I'm carsick I'm tryna send my son to college, me
[Outro] See I really want to preach On every song, every beat I bet y'all ain't know OG was disciple of gangsters Thugs, tax evaders, and ho-mongers Now let the congregation shout Hahaha, we gon' have church in this bitch Ayy pass the offering around man I know they'll buy this on iTunes If not, I'll give it away, My MixtapezTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
