"Intro" lyrics
Niggas scary got em parrying
Gripper man this shit ain't really fair you took it there again
Heavy is the crown shit I'm wearing it with arrogance
You say I remind you of who the comparisons embarrassing
I done seen niggas come up I done seen them plummet
I done seen niggas catch a bullet 'fore they reach the summit
Seen rappers claim they from that zone
And niggas from that hood saying you can't come back home
And if you do your chain your watch, nigga run that homes
Oh well, he should've never left his gun at home
That's why no matter a nigga whereabouts that 30 on me
Niggas round my way can't wait to air you out like dirty laundry
They did my nigga Smoove so greasy that shit hurt it haunts me
I'm screaming free my cousin Yam damn word to aunt tee
I remember days we was broke as fuck and posted up in them extended stays
Rocked one pair of jeans so many times I made the denim fade
Started putting pen to page
Taking chances for some winning plays
Lord forgive me for my sinning ways
And the bars MMA they got em amazed
Shady Records bitch I'm rollin' wit the renegades
Still gon mix the henny wit the lemonade
Niggas still afraid niggas been afraid
And I'm still posted on Colombia
Toting shit to tumble ya I told you it's a jungle huh
Still feel like I got everything to prove
And they still feel a way they never seen me lose nigga
Still spit for nigga huggin' the block
And I still, still don't got no love for a op
Still feel like I got everything to prove
And they still feel a way they never seen me lose nigga
Still spit for nigga huggin' the block
And I still, still don't got no love for a op
I got, hoes from my past that wanna be seen
Snakes slithering in high grass they running a scheme
I ain't let nothing bypass or come in between
Now it's lookin' like thigh pads is under the jeans
These niggas my sons and that ain't a term of endearment
Niggas threw dirt on me I still grew vertically I know it hurt em to hear it
Fuck all the courtesy I need a 30 piece or it ain't worth an appearance
The hoes that was curving me hit me up urgently cause of this German I'm steering
I made my passion my purpose
These niggas cap in they verses
Buddy ain't bout that action he nervous
IDFT was just scratching the surface
Shit a classic but rap ain't deserve
Got my feet planted flat on the pavement
Still that nigga that rapped in the basement
Guess I gotta go back to the basics
Gripper man this shit ain't really fair you took it there again
Heavy is the crown shit I'm wearing it with arrogance
You say I remind you of who the comparisons embarrassing
I done seen niggas come up I done seen them plummet
I done seen niggas catch a bullet 'fore they reach the summit
Seen rappers claim they from that zone
And niggas from that hood saying you can't come back home
And if you do your chain your watch, nigga run that homes
Oh well, he should've never left his gun at home
That's why no matter a nigga whereabouts that 30 on me
Niggas round my way can't wait to air you out like dirty laundry
They did my nigga Smoove so greasy that shit hurt it haunts me
I'm screaming free my cousin Yam damn word to aunt tee
I remember days we was broke as fuck and posted up in them extended stays
Rocked one pair of jeans so many times I made the denim fade
Started putting pen to page
Taking chances for some winning plays
Lord forgive me for my sinning ways
And the bars MMA they got em amazed
Shady Records bitch I'm rollin' wit the renegades
Still gon mix the henny wit the lemonade
Niggas still afraid niggas been afraid
And I'm still posted on Colombia
Toting shit to tumble ya I told you it's a jungle huh
Still feel like I got everything to prove
And they still feel a way they never seen me lose nigga
Still spit for nigga huggin' the block
And I still, still don't got no love for a op
Still feel like I got everything to prove
And they still feel a way they never seen me lose nigga
Still spit for nigga huggin' the block
And I still, still don't got no love for a op
I got, hoes from my past that wanna be seen
Snakes slithering in high grass they running a scheme
I ain't let nothing bypass or come in between
Now it's lookin' like thigh pads is under the jeans
These niggas my sons and that ain't a term of endearment
Niggas threw dirt on me I still grew vertically I know it hurt em to hear it
Fuck all the courtesy I need a 30 piece or it ain't worth an appearance
The hoes that was curving me hit me up urgently cause of this German I'm steering
I made my passion my purpose
These niggas cap in they verses
Buddy ain't bout that action he nervous
IDFT was just scratching the surface
Shit a classic but rap ain't deserve
Got my feet planted flat on the pavement
Still that nigga that rapped in the basement
Guess I gotta go back to the basics
Writer(s): Shelton Scales Jr., Kyle Clow
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