Matching Amg

Uh, tryna get it done, man This shit just not for fun no more, man I'm brushing my people out the hood Uh Matchin' AMGs just for me and my big brother Cartier for my lady, get that big house for my mother Matchin' AMGs just for me and my lil' twin Buy my sons Rollies, buy my girl a Benz Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna free my kin He don't wrestle, they gave him 40 years inside the pen Don't break dance, but I'll spin if you mention me again Forever smoke with opps , 'Cause they know exactly what they did I don't like his tone , ask Don Don what he on We New Balance boys, one call a get him gone He don't come around, that nigga know he wrong If I see his face, on my brother might catch a case Treat him like a rim, start shootin' like I'm Gil Niggas food like hibachi, I'm heatin' up the grill Niggas they be so flaw, they ain't never did no real shit This the debut, like Herb and bibby killed shit Popped the wrong pill, now he say he can't feel shit This real life, I got problems I gotta deal with But I still ain't cry, they askin' me like why 'Cause I don't like that soft shit, I clip a nigga like kwahi Been broken scarred for years, holdin' back my tears Get on my knees, pray to God I'm hopin' that he hear Can't understand the way I feel, that's why I like to pop the pills Ecstasy is gettin' the best of me, feel like I got the chills I got the chills, walk into that casket Perfume smell was strong on my homie, I couldn't grasp it What's wrong with auntie, that question I couldn't ask it I ain't want to answer, turned out she died from cancer And I need some therapy, but I ain't talkin' to no random He ain't never seen no roaches, he ain't never felt abandoned How the f*ck could he help me, I can't help myself On the road to riches, tryna find some wealth Tryna find some hope in this cold-ass world I just need my brody, my homies, and my girl I'm doin' it for all the ones that can't really be here for me If I ain't had that motivation, on God, they wouldn't hear from me New Balance Boyz, that's my pop shit, that's history Say his name in vain, you gon' be a mystery You gon' be a mystery This that hood history I just want that matching AMG, man, like Me and my bro need it, man Like, nine to ten years, nine to ten months, nigga And days, nigga