First 48

Brrah ayy, Quando Rondo, nigga Dubba-AA Flex ayy, ayy, I say I'ma keep It real on this one, nigga Mook on the beats No they don’t love me like how They say the love me, nah No they don’t love me like how The claim the love me, nah No they don’t love me like how They say the love me, nah No they don’t love me like how The claim the love me, nah Teardrops rollin' down my right eye I bang my flag to the left F*ck the fame behind my name I know lil' Pappy gon' step Metro police askin' questions thinking We gon' confess I did some shit inside my past That I still don’t regret I’m on they neck aimin' for head so Ain’t no sense to wear a Teflon Brand new Gucci slides from Saks on Fifth You could get stepped on Flowers get put on headstones Quahfee my nigga dead and gone Powder inside my nigga nose Jayden think that I'm dead wrong Befo' the cameras and the fame I used to kick doors You claimin' you got two to catch up Wit' us you need six more Hangin' out the window with That choppa screamin' 6-0 Six niggas in the rental down to slide We clutchin' six poles Befo' the cameras and the fame every Night I slept on Buddha couch Steady prayin' my dreams come true so I Could get the f*ck out Buddha house I know my gun I cannot move without 'Cause any minute we can shoot it out Daddy wasn’t in my life My momma smokin' dope by Rufus' house Wrote my first rap locked in that juvenile All I needed was a chance Nobody showed no love to me when All I needed was a hand They took my nigga Quahfee from me and All I needed was my mans down on my dick Started hittin' licks 'cause all I Needed was some bands They claimin' loyalty is priceless I feel I'm payin' for love This for my niggas up in heaven I shoot a flame up above This for my niggas in them jail cells I'ma bang for my thugs This for them pussy motherfuckers Steady showin' fake love I'm in the valley of death Conversatin' wit' the under gods Screamin' out Never Broke Again While clutchin' my rod I know them pussy niggas hatin' 'cause I beat all the odds I had to separate the real from fake The pros and the cons this for them streets (yeah, them real niggas) This for them Gs (And them Crip niggas) This for them 'jects (Them H-Vill niggas) And for the check (They gon' deal witcha) That's a bet (We empty clips, nigga) I swear to god that this The life a nigga live, nigga (Ayy) shots fired off from the Beretta I got a house in Marietta See, I ain't 'bout to do no talkin' See, I don't wanna hear no lecture I'm yellin' out, "We 'bout whatever" You might as well take your last breath Shots fired off, he on the stretcher (Rrah) Ayy, check this out though I made this song specifically for A f*ck ass nigga, my nigga I just want that pussy ass nigga To know this NH business, my nigga And guess what though, I'ma buy Your son a present too, bitch ass nigga Tear drops rollin' down my right eye I bang my flag to the left F*ck the fame behind my name I know lil' Pappy gon' step Metro police askin' questions thinking We gon' confess I did some shit inside my past That I still don’t regret I’m on they neck aimin' for head so Ain't no sense to wear a Teflon Brand new Gucci slides from Saks on Fifth You could get stepped on Flowers get put on headstones Quahfee my nigga dead and gone Powder inside my nigga nose Jayden think that I'm dead wrong How the f*ck you gon' beef And you broke nigga? This Is The Sound Answer that Shouldn’t have spared that pussy ass nigga Mama in the store that day straight up