Kobe Lyrics

I put a Amiri all on my jeans, but now these racks can't fit

I got codeine in my styrofoam, know I love my bitch

I poured the 8 up, feel like Kobe Make sure I drop this fuckin' tape before

I O.D

Allah got, my back, no, he gon' hold me It's been a long road, I done really done

Thumbed right through a hunnid, hit it with a finger roll

I can tell he new to this shit for real, he ain't even scraped the bowl

Long nights when I was really trappin' hard, I ain't even changin' my clothes

We had to grind, get this shit off the muscle I knew I was different, was born with hustle

I'm ballin hard, I might go triple double Bitch, I been in the field, you can go check

my hudl Nigga better move smart, got the tech in the

bubble Man these niggas be cappin', don't come around

the way Had to teach Lil' bra how to work that Drac

Said it's two to the chest and it's one to the face

You Know it's omertà , gotta live by the law Take a trip out to Cali like I'm Biggie Smalls

I want the Louis Dior, buy it all Put racks in my Gucci, my pockets too small

I swear to God we went to war like fuck the other side

You better not hop up in them streets, you know them bullets fly

Gotta be a soldier on your own, oh Shit get real, you gotta pray you make it home, oh

Fighting depression, I been tryna find my soul, oh

Murder on my mind, if I catch him, I wipe his nose

Screamin' free freak, I'm tryna tell them, brodie innocent

I'm with my brother, right or wrong, I don't care, I never switch

I can't wait till my bro touchdown, make sure he lit

Get bro a AP or a Cartier for the time he miss

I put a Amiri all on my jeans, but now these racks can't fit

I got codeine in my styrofoam, know I love my bitch

I poured the 8 up, feel like Kobe Make sure I drop this fuckin' tape before I OD

Allah got my back, know he gon' hold me