Castaway

I’m from where niggas robbing niggas That they call they brother for they brother commissary And he gone get it but can’t spend it up in solitary Cuz he just fought some niggas that had killed the brother of the nigga That his brother had to rob to load his commissary That shit confusing like yo mama drinking heavy trying drugs That yo teacher told you killing people by the plenty That shit confusing like pops telling you get ready Then that nigga never showing like he hate you ‘cause you one of many I rap bout murder bitches and money ‘cause that’s what’s near me You rap bout shit you never seen yo lyrics sounding iffy You rap bout shit you seen on TV and some documentaries He out on bond for them jugs in court looking spiffy Bout 7 months ago my cousin started cpns Go grab a new whip don’t trip about a boot or ticket He said he building up the stash to go get a rig He took a couple classes now he in the trucking business You niggas aint setting no goals you chilling wit it My niggas might not see they goals so they carry poles I know some niggas taking drugs cuz they carry souls And never needed for soul we been on our own I’m from where bitches fucking niggas that they call they brother Cuz her bestie love the nigga She know she love him cuz she won’t put shit above the nigga And she be with her everyday but when he drop her off at work She watch the clock then spin the block to come and f*ck the nigga She stuck work behind the bar reject a bunch of niggas Then she text the bitch like pull up on him I don’t trust the nigga She text her back bitch I got you ima try to catch him little do She know she feeling nervous ‘cause he nutted in her That shit confusing like her telling him she pregnant Then he tell her abort it before telling her congratulations That shit confusing like her telling him that she got full control over her body And he calling it exaggeration I used to spit it for the fun but this my graduation If I can do it how I do it ima make a statement And I ain’t tryna preach but I done seen the streets auntie Jackie RIP I held that bible sleep up in yo basement Remember when I told you goofies that you’d never make it You should do what I do when I roll a wood, face it I would never take a lame into consideration I used to spit it for the fun but this my graduation