Dec 24th

Dag, Dag Yeah December 24th ain't hit no lick, I had a list of Things I couldn't afford, I'm wishing praying for the shit A big ole diamond ring and some drip for my wrist Quick, woke up the next morning, and that nigga never came Ain't that a bitch So I'm with the shit's Thinking I'm a go and get it, bring it back And treat that bitch like a mattress Flip, provide for the kids in my hoodie Boogie in the V.I.P, peep your bitch She keep looking at me Shit Boy I'm with the shits Santa never came so I had to get the shit I worked on my aim Changed my fucking name, now they duck And I'm a hunt, stuff em buy the fire place It ain't nothing to a nigga who had nothing when he came Turned it into something, now he taking everything On every track I'm like a train on that cuz I'm a train Dagger stab a lame, I don't need a shank See my brain real sharp, like a dart, so i park Where I aim, you a nark I brought Gang Gang with me and that shit won't ever change