"Lil Nigga (Interlude)" lyrics
Well it's gotta be one of the unwritten laws
Supporting that we all guiding us ah?
Them little niggas out in the world lost nowadays
Little nigga from a small city
17, he playing 4 door, roll with it
Little nigga, major plans after school finish
All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it
Little nigga all A's and some cool grace
Them niggas is homies, phonies, they parted ways
All because the little nigga focused on his grades
Doing the college visits to Florida State
Little nigga got his mind right
Doing it for us, mama promised her that better life
Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ
Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white
Old girl steady going through and
See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?
Little nigga watch him mad as a motherfucker
Little nigga fed up with section 8 struggles
So little nigga tryna make a way
Said fuck it, ain't no choices, got his mind made
Called his cousin, that little nigga told him crime pays
Little nigga like whatever to get my mom straight
Started selling nickel bags and bought a .38
Like fuck a case, little nigga started seeing cake
After a while it's like tradition on a daily base
Skipping school fool heavy gang affiliate
By this time little nigga on some other shit
Little nigga thuggin, motherfuck a scholarship
Rolling with a clique, he took the choice to follow them
Whole future gone, little nigga had a gift
Little nigga smoke a purp blunt
All he wanna do is murk something
Little nigga keep his 5 with him
Getting little money, keep a 9 clipper
Little nigga ruined by society
Little nigga screw up his priorities
Little nigga took in by that peer pressure
Started getting money, make the flicks jealous
Grind away, them niggas want his head
Price on that little nigga – couple grand
At first, that little nigga wanted by the feds
Them other niggas talking crazy how they want him dead
It was 9 o'clock on a Friday
Little nigga trappin where his mom stay
Couple little niggas in the driveway
Little nigga mama gone, she'll be back at 8
Couple hours passed, youngin like it's getting late
Little nigga said he home but shit let's make a shape
Plus mama called like know how them niggas off in the place
So little nigga grabbed his pistol and his .38
Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies
Walked out the do', black truck, creep slowly
Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies
Little nigga slippin so they letting off the Uzi
Shots started firin, 2 to the head
Damn, little nigga dead
Supporting that we all guiding us ah?
Them little niggas out in the world lost nowadays
Little nigga from a small city
17, he playing 4 door, roll with it
Little nigga, major plans after school finish
All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it
Little nigga all A's and some cool grace
Them niggas is homies, phonies, they parted ways
All because the little nigga focused on his grades
Doing the college visits to Florida State
Little nigga got his mind right
Doing it for us, mama promised her that better life
Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ
Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white
Old girl steady going through and
See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?
Little nigga watch him mad as a motherfucker
Little nigga fed up with section 8 struggles
So little nigga tryna make a way
Said fuck it, ain't no choices, got his mind made
Called his cousin, that little nigga told him crime pays
Little nigga like whatever to get my mom straight
Started selling nickel bags and bought a .38
Like fuck a case, little nigga started seeing cake
After a while it's like tradition on a daily base
Skipping school fool heavy gang affiliate
By this time little nigga on some other shit
Little nigga thuggin, motherfuck a scholarship
Rolling with a clique, he took the choice to follow them
Whole future gone, little nigga had a gift
Little nigga smoke a purp blunt
All he wanna do is murk something
Little nigga keep his 5 with him
Getting little money, keep a 9 clipper
Little nigga ruined by society
Little nigga screw up his priorities
Little nigga took in by that peer pressure
Started getting money, make the flicks jealous
Grind away, them niggas want his head
Price on that little nigga – couple grand
At first, that little nigga wanted by the feds
Them other niggas talking crazy how they want him dead
It was 9 o'clock on a Friday
Little nigga trappin where his mom stay
Couple little niggas in the driveway
Little nigga mama gone, she'll be back at 8
Couple hours passed, youngin like it's getting late
Little nigga said he home but shit let's make a shape
Plus mama called like know how them niggas off in the place
So little nigga grabbed his pistol and his .38
Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies
Walked out the do', black truck, creep slowly
Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies
Little nigga slippin so they letting off the Uzi
Shots started firin, 2 to the head
Damn, little nigga dead
Writer(s): Bryan Johnson, Ace Hood
