Rapper Lyrics

Growing up swear I had it hard

We on the porch in the back of the yard

Opp be the rim so I'm letting off shots

I don't be tipping I never got caught

I just be stressing I'm sparking alot

Front of that judge y'all be talking alot

This nigga broke why he living lie (Uh)

Mask down all my niggas disguised

Steppin' on both, couldn't pick a side

Know me and rod clutching in that ride

Know lul8 reaching for the 9

She geekin' on the guys, eating on the guys

The money I divide then it multiply

The honey in my ride she be actin' shy

I ain't run from that nigga, I ain't see that nigga bitch

I pour a 4 in the wok, Trish

These niggas tell on the stage, snitch

I put my hand on the heart pleading the fifth

Bakin' who cake? you ain't shooting shit

Out in LA straight to the Bay we gon be sending out shots everyday

Long live Unc, Long live O, get to the Vally we laying low

Clip got a 30 we let it blow

Hop on a plane and go back up the road

Catch him in traffic now opps on the road

I going back for to chill with my hoe

She got that shit saying I need a boat

She call me goofy, I play in her throat

Niggas going broke and rapping, nigga better catch me lacking

Thinkin' 'bout the bag, I had it

All I just want on my wrist is a Patek

Gave her some shit she never had, I'm smoking strong

Pass me the gas

Purpin' in school, we on your ass

All of these niggas just bring up the past

We was 'posed to be cool and then they killed Unc

How you gon change it to that?

Chen really tried to rip me out my blues, how you gon play me like that?

You can get painted for that, I'm leaving stains in the back

Really trained to attack

I'm leaving shame where you at, I show the gang where you at

These niggas think we just rap