fuck with you Stab and brass knuckle you Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you'
a hard pill to swallow I got money on my phone if you talkin have a convo Throwin hundreds then I'm gone you can't go to the places I go (Never) When that money calls
? I - Double G ? E ? R We - are - much more, But still we choose to ignore, The obvious. We are the slave and the master, What you looking for? You the
I Aint Sign Up For This Shit I Lost My Partna, I Lost My Life Homie Man F**k This Shit I'm Done Aye Listen Homes Get Atlantic On The Phone Go On Call
I got cha on the phone You're sayin you wish I was home But then you flip the script To put me in the wrong And you think I'm lying when I been trying all day to talk to you Juggling videos and photo
ain't seen or heard from Poppa Duke in years Sent me a picture and some fetti dang they sheadin tears See first you born then you live then you die One
it even just for the little victories? standing by as a witness to the dark rumblings of history We left home as heroes, with photo ops and press releases, and handshake from
think Joe would see you You's a fantasy I wasn't supposed to meet you, NAH Chances of that were so unlikely And if we did meet, you wasn't supposed to
making wise investments, I bought 15 SKS's [Chorus x2] The hood is the hood man It don't matter where you from or what you claim You still get your motherfucking
even just for the little victories? standing by as a witness to the dark rumblings of history We left home as heroes, with photo ops and press releases, and handshake from
to talk to you Tryna put me on the wrong But then you flip the script You said you wish I was home I got cha on the phone [Verse 2:] Girl your my everything