[Verse: Lil Roger]
Damn I Was Right
And That b**h Was Wrong.
So Im Smoking That Strong,
Tryna Forget Everything That Went On,
So Im Putting This sh** Up In A Song.
Remember Them Days Being Up On The Block,
Figuring Out Who Gone Slide On The Opps,
Merching That We Was All Gone Send Some Shots,
And Talking About How We Wanna See Them Drop.
Go To Jail Come Out Start Selling The Rock,
Hustling. Just To Buy They Ass Some Rocks.
I Just Sell Weed Man I Don't Need No Rocks.
Still Making Money Posted On The Block.
Shoutout To Bookie Know He Keep The Glock,
All Of These Stains Got Me Up At The Top.
'Already Made It' Look At Me Why Not.
Shoutout My Chain Man I Don't Need Watch,
4.8 The Gang Man This Rapping Won't Stop.
First It Got All These b**hes On My co*k.
All Of These n***as Out Here Wanna Cop,
All On My Dick Man They Acting Like Cops.
Polo Everything, Even The Socks.
Got Your b**h Watching Me Just Like A Clock.
Staring Like Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
Then Have Your Ass Dead By Nine On The Dot.
Take It To The Head Man Shoutout My Thot.
For Giving Me Top Right Before This Song Dropped,
I Won't Say No Names I'll Keep That sh** Locked.
Just Know That She Did Me And The Block, Gucci,
Louie Belt, Ones With The Rocks. All Of This
Designer Looking Like A Shop.
I Ain't Got To Rap, n***a I Can Stop.
Still Getting Thottianas On My co*k,
n***a And That's Real And I Keep This sh** Trill.
So You Know Im Finna k**, A Couple Bad b**hes
That Be All Up On My Heels When They See Me
Spark That Blunt Man You Know They Wanna Chill.
But I Just Wanna f** If Not That Then Just s**,
If Neither Shorty Out Of Luck Better Pack All
Your Stuff, And I Ain't Tryna Rush, But sh**
I Aint Tryna Cuff. But Back To What Im Saying
n***as Posted On The 8 It Was 12 O'clock Toting
Pistols When Its Late, A Couple Red Dots Put
The Beam To Your Face, Then A Couple Head Shots
And We Still Don't Catch A Case Not Even The Next Day.
And If I Did Im Gone Out Of State, Then Tell My OG It Was
A Mistake. I Love Her And I Miss Her Im Just Tryna Get This
Cake. So I Can Move You And My Grandma In A Better Place,
Somewhere Up Up In The Bay. And Pray For You To Live
Another Day, While I Keep This 40 On My Waste. My n***as
They Be Silent They Don't Say sh** To The Jakes,
They Always Come Around Being All Up In Our Space.
We Tell Them Move Around They Be All Up In Our Way.
Look At All These Clowns They Be Playing All Day.
Look At All These Rounds I Be Spraying All Day.
Look At All These Haters They Be Hating All Day.
Gang(Gang)Gang(Gang)
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