Commas never failed me, Told my niggas put da loud dwn u gotta hear n smell me Jus venting wen I was broke ain say a lot Mix my bag wit yo credit soon we go own da lot
Can’t trust a soul Meet a woman tell her I’m broke, Ain’t leaving my family without shit If you think I ain’t stashed money -in their walls as a kid you’re a joke 🗣️
If i gotta ever gotta serve another bid, Bet I’ll run the range i was born to be a boss Whole pod got motion now what about you kid, when I get out might slime you put a switch to ur lid 🎩
I been getting in my rap groove, Hang wit killers I can’t post often Best not make the wrong move, Swear to god I can’t cross my guys I ain’t no baby smoove
Lately I been on a different type of rave fuck a wave I make crowds move Patient I was too long saw a pattern couldn’t wait had to choose Got up made my packs in Carl Malone with the fools Blues I don’t sell but you know I get blues Bills all I need I’m bout the money if you is then you can’t lose I swore to god I’d never fold looked at my daughter needed jewels I dropped to my knees and prayed for Ariel to come and give me shells with food sell some shrimp like bubba gump I’m on my clues got an envelope in that’s from your boy the big blue T run around the city but won’t dirty a white Tee learned to gain respect and show what given back to me played around too long done bosses up ain’t gonna flee they broke my fucking leg you ever almost got your life taken from you and can’t even afford to leave your own city fuck it I could explain but why do talking they took the blicky shits tricky but a buck fifty and some change I keep with me always emptied but came full even scenes I touch for 5 minutes leave deadly bloody mess and shit gettin sent to cemeteries over low funds and jealousy my choppa is the backup singer let it sing Whitney looked up to Houston not from that city but they near he could not intrude cause I introduce him to the steel Bentleys nah Mercedes I ride cold as skates in ice or a bitch gettin doors opened for her while she wearing heels I am the real deal was born to be a gentleman and not pop or sell pills half these rappers or trappers got family I kept my lost families lessons held them close for real mold a kid like gel that’s why they giving hell cause parents give ‘em hell for no meal I went to sleep woke up thought bout money made a deal I don’t sign I just recline work my ass off while making mills writing all the time cause I lost time gotta rebuild almost lost my life but I caught the L rebounded back to field I catch W’s and dubs then sell em lightly to the peeled had to get a bigger fish so I got better bait then reeled
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Commas never failed me,
Told my niggas put da loud dwn u gotta hear n smell me
Jus venting wen I was broke ain say a lot
Mix my bag wit yo credit soon we go own da lot
Can’t trust a soul
Meet a woman tell her I’m broke,
Ain’t leaving my family without shit
If you think I ain’t stashed money
-in their walls as a kid you’re a joke 🗣️
If i gotta ever gotta serve another bid,
Bet I’ll run the range i was born to be a boss
Whole pod got motion now what about you kid,
when I get out might slime you
put a switch to ur lid 🎩
I been getting in my rap groove,
Hang wit killers I can’t post often
Best not make the wrong move,
Swear to god I can’t cross my guys
I ain’t no baby smoove
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@@BxckEndEli you’re acting sick over the screen calm down 😂
@@BxckEndEli if this is the Elijah I used to know fr calm down you’re gay and two spirited you freak
Lately I been on a different type of rave fuck a wave I make crowds move
Patient I was too long saw a pattern couldn’t wait had to choose
Got up made my packs in Carl Malone with the fools
Blues I don’t sell but you know I get blues
Bills all I need I’m bout the money if you is then you can’t lose I swore to god I’d never fold looked at my daughter needed jewels
I dropped to my knees and prayed for Ariel to come and give me shells with food
sell some shrimp like bubba gump I’m on my clues
got an envelope in that’s from your boy the big blue T
run around the city but won’t dirty a white Tee
learned to gain respect and show what given back to me
played around too long done bosses up ain’t gonna flee
they broke my fucking leg you ever almost got your life taken from you and can’t even afford to leave your own city
fuck it I could explain but why do talking they took the blicky
shits tricky but a buck fifty and some change I keep with me always emptied but came full even scenes I touch for 5 minutes leave deadly
bloody mess and shit gettin sent to cemeteries over low funds and jealousy
my choppa is the backup singer let it sing Whitney
looked up to Houston not from that city but they near
he could not intrude cause I introduce him to the steel
Bentleys nah Mercedes I ride cold as skates in ice or a bitch gettin doors opened for her while she wearing heels
I am the real deal was born to be a gentleman and not pop or sell pills
half these rappers or trappers got family I kept my lost families lessons held them close for real
mold a kid like gel that’s why they giving hell cause parents give ‘em hell for no meal
I went to sleep woke up thought bout money made a deal
I don’t sign I just recline work my ass off while making mills
writing all the time cause I lost time gotta rebuild
almost lost my life but I caught the L rebounded back to field
I catch W’s and dubs then sell em lightly to the peeled
had to get a bigger fish so I got better bait then reeled
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