I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S Once upon a time in the projects, yo I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4 That nigga rolled a 3 but I

My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like "Yoo-hoo" with a

I feel like, the world mine Just bow down, the world mine I'ma let you live, the world mine This world mine Yeah I like that, boi Nigga fuck your time niggga I waited my whole life to be the man of the hour

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

Real shit, real shit Night time, locs on Real big, real big I knew one day I would do it real big I know all my real niggas feel this Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Who would've ever thought we'd build this Fuckin' young bitches while they

Bow, nigga, bow From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work Tell me how it's gonna be Yeah, uh-huh All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome Pay the role my dues, I brought my own funds When it's time to war I brought my own guns

You ring me often nightly At precisely nine tight Nigga never off But you were one time like 10 o'clock But that's life B And you are my wifey You look right with your hair to the side Blue jeans, nice shoes and a yellow top Likes tunes from bashment to

Goodbye letter, "dear life" shit What is my meaning? My reason? That's the question Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit Sometimes a nigga feel like shit Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it

I'm letting off kites over barriers If you want to shine way up! On my young niggas, on my dumb niggas Yeah (ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) On my young niggas, on my dumb niggas (ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) Call up the brother one time! (Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) Ay, location

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas, salute And shout out to the real bitches, say what I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggas Fre Boosie, real nigga, in the jail standing tall like Shaquile nigga I used to say, I