The Fam

I love my niggas Know we came up together Keep a tight circle Know they change like the weather Put my foot up on the gas I gotta keep applying pressure Bars hit him like some bricks Have them bringing out the stretcher Nigga on another level Feel like I ain't never met 'em Keep it coming Never let up Shipping off just like a letter I don't f*ck with ratatouille But my niggas on that cheddar Condiment They better ketchup Starving Now I'm feeling better Yeah these trials and tribulations Take a toll on my soul Nigga still can't stop Until I shine like rose gold I then made it to the top I'm stuck here just like mold Only niggas on my side Ones I know that won't fold Ones that never show they face Yeah they told yeah they bold Yeah I know you pussy niggas You ain't stone to the bone Sell your soul for a deal Cuz you ain't on what I'm on Back door your own man's Like man you bound to get exposed Nigga if you make that move Pray you never end up frozen Niggas feel that back door A have to leave you soulless Don't be on that hot shit If you ain't finna blow it then If I got it on me You gone know Cuz it's exploding He died Ain't no potions to save him I know it Yeah I'm spitting real shit to you Like it's poetry When you hear my voice Up on that track Yeah you know it's me Been feeling like the man Since a shorty it was '03 Now a nigga grew up Seen a couple niggas OD Now I'm smoking gas Still remember smoking OG I can't never switch Ima ball same homies We ain't shorties no more So you know I got it on me Long I got that bitch by my side I'm never lonely Tell that boy to get down 4 Nick blow yo shit out And naw it ain't no cap Inside this rap Boa you get blew down They scared of how I move now Tryna get some clues how Nigga came up off the ground Nigga I'm the new sound Tell 'em put that shit right on your soul That you bout some action Like how you claim you carry poles But got caught in traffic That pussy boa snitched on his woes He tried to duck the static But he ain't know them niggas Known for carrying automatics Yeah he got hit up bullet holes It ain't no way to patch it He tried to walk up split his dome Yeah that shit was tragic Don't walk up on me wrong nigga Know you gone regret it Yeah that choppa sing Leave your OG unanswered like Reddit Like what you mean Yeah your baby got sent up to heaven Yeah he came clean Went to 12 ain't talk to a reverend So when I seen in Just like a second I upped the weapon T-shirt and that lil necklace For your boa Cuz the G19 had stretched him Yeah we blessed him Bagged that lil nigga Tagged him Mama crying He left attachments All cuz he left the blick Man soon as niggas spin He was gone in the wind He ain't even really have no chance to begin I'm a storyteller nigga how'd you thought that shit an end