N a k e d Lyrics

Cut from the body of a gangster

Up went to god he was a stranger

Prolly love danger stuck inside ways niggas

Pointing out lasers a year ago it prolly couldve change us

Prolly shouldve save the same ones on the rope

That fuck the prolly by the name of danger on the low

Till shorty niggas came in played him for a joke

Ain't gone politic the same name

Change the whole result

Yo mirage just keep the flame in

Blame it on the cold/code if you volate code

Hunnid dollars say they bound to stain your clothes

Stay getting high in private when we fly we stay in coach well

I ain't gonna complain from this hotel

Road the roadrails was hanging on them by the coattails

Hit the wholesale in Alabama like its mobile

Rolled a whole L and do it dirty like a four wheel

Had the slow spell was more ill with no girls

And poe meals with no bread just oatmeal

And whole sale im foreal im fonem im fo

Cut from the body of Christ

They take communion that reunion just to know whats it like

But this my life i seen a couple midnights a few fights

A lot of tears some from carying that it happens some from thanking god it did

Im in the 26ixs cooking up shit to shift the culiture

Half of milli as a starter fore you even make a offer

Bitch my momma need at least a honda couple dollars dont mean nodda

When you at the bottom

Dont worry papa i gotem and if you spot'em

Bet im with the homies niggas be phony

Because they shawties want em

Hm dont worry

I do the mandatory juggling was next

Got me perplex like did you really know me

I guess it was the old me

The homie told me boy it is what it is you gone shoot you gone brick

Run it back get assist get a bag make it filp

Thats how you make a change

And since i stared from the bottom nothing was the same

I went holding my tongue to out spoken nigga

I went from not having water to making wine my nigga

I went from rags to turning rags Into silk my nigga

Means i can get a bag and make it flip my nigga

Its business studied the game till math turn to phyics

I'm at a point where nobody can guard the pivot still shooting shots

Never getting caught in the box

To me the finish line is only block like how the roley is only watch

Im invested into getting land then working by the by clock

In the order of operation we gotta do division

Left some niggas who didn't get the mission

Let there pride and ego ruin the vision

To many hands in the pot

Force me to make a decision

Grabbing on a wheel before we had a collision

Had a different type drive couldn't blame them

For not seeing eye to eye

Lack of funds make niggas go crazy to survive

Well how hard to complain from throwing money in the wishing well

I wish them well