Like A.I

I'm on the stove like my aunty on the Holiday By 17 I done prolly had a thousand Plays Niggas pussy I ain't never been the Type to ran I'm laid back I sell crack in pajama Pants Niggas know my hood bully So I bet you can't walk through it Head game crazy So I make the pussy talk stupid I know everybody ain't built for this Rap shit My own city tryna put me on the Black list My phone doing summersaults Uhe fiends do back flips Uncle roc told me He was 10 When the crack hit Grandma was already crack binge Michael Jackson already had a smash Hit White doing numbers like britt Pitt The robbers out You don't wanna get ya stash hit The product good we ain't never Selling bad shit The fetty putting all the knodders in a Casket - (Hook) Shit get real when the day gets darker Money better the coke get harder Niggas fade when the money start Drying Bitches leave when the time start Coming Mommas cry when the guns start Humming Kids lonely when the dads start dying Friends telling when they should of Stayed silent Niggas soft cause they couldn't stay Solid - Real killers ain't gone brag about a Body Ima around some niggas Who catch wreck And ain't driving She the type of bitch To get me neck while I'm driving All the real niggas you get stretched if you lying Momma raised a dog it's far fetched I'm a lion Walking through the city it be hotter Than a fire Can't make me quit cause I'm never Gone retire And I'm in the field like I'm the umpire They wanna see me lose Well they better put they glasses on Tryna make money from my music Get my masters owned Bright nigga but I never been a flashy One Designer jeans that I can't get no Ashes on They cuffing hoes That other niggas smashing on Want smoke I just tell a nigga pass The blunt 30 bullets in the gun can you last a Month Get in a rut I'm just tryna get past the Funk - (Hook) Shit get real, when the day gets darker Money better, the coke get harder Niggas fade ,when the money start Drying Bitches leave, when the time start Coming Mommas cry, when the guns start Humming Kids lonely, when the dads start dying Friends telling ,when they should of Stayed silent Niggas soft ,cause they couldn't stay Solid -