I will never switch up on my gang
I will never turn back on my bro’s
I will never put limits on my goals
I will never clique up with my foes
I will never put rings on no hoe
I will never throw dirt on my name
I’m real till the core till they put me in the floor
n#gg# I will never change put that on gang
24 racks on chains
Look at that get a couple stacks just to rap on thangs
n#gg#s on crack cocaine
If n#gg#s really think they can match how I act on thangs
Talking bout black owned thangs
No cds in the trunk n#gg# that propane
I wear my gold on when I pray to God
Y’all p#ss# n#gg#s keep doing ya job
On the same tune that my momma told me
Back to the thoughts wеre my father told me
My n#gg#s told mе the world told me put it all together that’s a larger story like
Think smart and don’t act up
Take her down than you wrap up
This is the hood there’s gorillas, lions and hyenas here so you strap up
Judge told me I could lose it all
In a prison cell trying to hold bravado
Girls worth me as a loser yall
I showed the girls that I’m worth the lotto
In a white tiger that white Gallardo
Black passenger looking like a model
Gold spade pouring with broads
Live like I’m gone tomorrow on god
Look at ya now
Look at ya now
n#gg# look at ya now
Slept on the team of king supremes and Elohims
Delivered on the dream
Reepers of the cream
n#gg# like, how?
n#gg# like, ugh
n#gg# I’m like, wow
n#gg#s are carrying the geeks and rappin to the streets Stacking up the streams
You just beat ya meat
Told em
Told em
Told em
n#gg# we
Told em told em
n#gg#s are nasty with the pen and nastier with decisiveness
n#gg#s really ain’t as nice as this
n#gg# just look at ya
Put that on god
I would send the whole squad wit a napalm bomb
But, n#gg# just look at ya
Energy switch’s while bringing up my name
It’s the same when you bringing up my gang
Different kinda n#gg# don’t f#ck with gold bottles
Wrote the game in cursive n#gg#s can’t follow
When they do it’s on Twitter and IG
Haters acknowledge when they see me wanna shoot the breeze
COG’s running things yo we here
Celebrate brown liquor and craft beer
Global style got infinite radius
We the future up in here Navadius
I’m the master like woods, got it on lock
Paid too many got damn dues just to get this spot
Ready for the smoke leave n#gg#s 2 knots
Pull up like doors on the Lamborghini Countach
With a gold rope an bucket yo that 80’s swag
Sometimes I low key want the 80’s back
You checking out a new n#gg# rebirth
Unionizing the game it’s how we work
Leave your chest a mess go question our worth
Now that’s what I call a graphic tee shirt
No controlling the broad when she see the squad
sh#ts about to get real yo oh lord
Fo hundred for these n#gg#s gotta go hard
Never turning out my light yo that’s on God
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