YOUNGIN

Learned how to run it up Been thuggin since a youngin Loyalty over love Cause it really don't mean nothing Had to learn this shit the hard way I really came from nothing How the f*ck you f*ck me over You supposed to be my brother Real smart nigga Lost it all got it back in one night Bitch quit with that tripping It ain't my fault You ain't my type Nigga dissed my brother Died the same week Guess that's life right Gotta make it back to the crib To feed the kids dawg Ever since juice told his dream I quit them pills dawg I been in the field Know I'm outchea like a stray dog Ion serve that white but I can point you two that straight raw Everyone gon claim they real Until they get they hands cuffed Niggas end up snitching Why you bitching Now yo man fucked ran up in yo crib Just shut yo mouth and put yo hands up Niggas good at rapping just be capping Think I had enough If we talking money Be for real cause it ain't adding up All these niggas talking It sound good but it look bad as f*ck I can put you on Got the prices make yo trap jump They tried to take my youngin But he bussin let that drake work