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'bout that
Right, ha
All that's good
I just want him to prosper and do, do good
That's what he wanna do, I'm with it
Yes, ma'am
I'm with it
That's right
On gang
Uh, uh, yeah
They gave a young nigga like me a chance, they shoulda never did it (Uh)
Nigga ain't wait 'til that cheese came, when I was at Warsaw, who was with me?
And I just talked to my grandma, they still hittin' switches through her kitchen
Right, ha
All that's good
I just want him to prosper and do, do good
That's what he wanna do, I'm with it
Yes, ma'am
I'm with it
That's right
On gang
Uh, uh, yeah
They gave a young nigga like me a chance, they shoulda never did it (Uh)
Nigga ain't wait 'til that cheese came, when I was at Warsaw, who was with me?
And I just talked to my grandma, they still hittin' switches through her kitchen
And she don't wanna leave that house, so I tell they ass green light on blitzes
Nigga, I'm the hope of this city (West Memphis)
I got OG's breakin' out fifties (racks)
Maybach two hundred and fifty
Boy, I'm from the couch to a fucking ticket (Uh)
I be helpin' my young niggas with they problems while my soul stay lifted
And I don't say I'm the richest (To shit on 'em)
I say it to motivate these niggas
What you 'bout two fifty in a duffel?
I make killers put that switch down and hustle
I make models eat makeup off covers
I make bitches tighten up on they bundles
And a solid young nigga like me, you'll never find another
And I motivate youngins to turn they hustle up and take care they mother
Nigga, I'm the hope of this city (West Memphis)
I got OG's breakin' out fifties (racks)
Maybach two hundred and fifty
Boy, I'm from the couch to a fucking ticket (Uh)
I be helpin' my young niggas with they problems while my soul stay lifted
And I don't say I'm the richest (To shit on 'em)
I say it to motivate these niggas
What you 'bout two fifty in a duffel?
I make killers put that switch down and hustle
I make models eat makeup off covers
I make bitches tighten up on they bundles
And a solid young nigga like me, you'll never find another
And I motivate youngins to turn they hustle up and take care they mother
You know, I think if you respectful with it I'm cool
Tell the fellas if they wanna rap, God bless 'em
Alright
You know, maybe they might throw me somethin' out one day
Huh, huh
It's bound to happen, It's bound to happen
What you know goin' shootout for shootout?
What you know 'bout trappin' cook for cookout?
What you know 'bout takin' care of them junkies?
They killed my auntie off that fentanyl
And my lil' young nigga put all his problems in his blunt, keep it stuffed (Huh)
And he don't even wanna listen, all of us fye shit up
I make niggas get they munyon up
Ain't no label hotter than us
Nigga better stay humble
And always remember, the streets show no love
And I never gave a fuck about my face card, until I met my plug
All killers have love for Fox, but he show me most love
I got love for my babies
That's good
I just want him to do right, and he's on the right road
That's good
Yeah, just stay out of trouble, just the good about doin' that–
You'd be fly too if you linked up with Frenchie
Ain't no label hotter than us
Nigga better stay humble
And always remember, the streets show no love
And I never gave a fuck about my face card, until I met my plug
All killers have love for Fox, but he show me most love
I got love for my babies
That's good
I just want him to do right, and he's on the right road
That's good
Yeah, just stay out of trouble, just the good about doin' that–
You'd be fly too if you linked up with Frenchie
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