Neff Told Me

I gotchu Can't forget what Neff told me Neff told me get a bag Neff told me f*ck a slow roll gotta get it fast Neff told me take that shit home put it in the stash Neff showed me you wanna turn up you gotta take a chance Seem like the good die young niggas living fast And Neff told me niggas always hatin gotta keep a mag An bro kept it real with me he only told a nigga facts He the motivation behind this he told a nigga rap And we was both tired of being broke we had enough of that He took a trip that got him hip to where to they payin double that Bro a shoot out for them bands and he a bring a couple back He say that's where it's at he can't keep running there and running back I gotta switch it up lil bro it's time to make a change Its time to get rich lil bro we can't stay the same He finna make it happen yeah he say he finna pave the way I knew he was a nigga looked up he had made a lane And the next thing I knew he had crib in the K We stayed in the city na my nigga live out the way A call me with some dog shit like I did this today And he a come back to the D with a 10 just to play Then pull right up on me so we can chill fa the day And don't shit stop still in the field fa the day Back in the city and my nigga still got some plays Got that shit on em showed me shit real in the K Cus it's all showing We ain't have shit it feel good to see my dawg glowin Niggas just be talking bout that road I know my dawg on it Knowing my nigga G man he prolly got it all on him From the scales to the strap to the pills and the dog on em Bitch Jefe the dopeman and they all know it And his ass was tryna dodge the boyz they took it all from Cus a Nigga told on my mans and got the law on em They hit my nigga with a dope case he stood tall on it They was tryna slander bro name like my nigga told Niggas must ain't read the paperwork cus yall niggas wrong Its really hot this where the bread at can't tell him not to go Its risky na this where his head at he stuck to what he know And that's was get a bag get a rental nigga hit the road Then he ran up mo than what he had damn that nigga cold And we always organize a play like a pick & roll And he made sho that I was straight when I was in the O I remember talkin bout plays in the living room I remember when I got the benz we was in the coupe He made alot of cheese but na I wish he didn't move Man I swear you can't explain that feeling when you get the news Sick he can't call me bro always kept me in the loop Mad as hell Its a lot shit that we ain't get to do Ima tell niggas that's its Jefe when they mention you Man my nigga Neff a real soldier nigga I salute