Holla at ya boy its Weezy Baby They label me a problem and I probably am so I dont knock em I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers With an ol' school bitch, she got on door knockers And she knock on your door for that raw partner Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase-rati Like how he? Why he? Cause I be Moving through the city like an I.V Tryna be monogamous but I got bitches on my dick Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit So I only promise this: to my little girl I will give you the world And to my unborn I'm tryna reason with ya moms so If I'm not with her when you get here, its already clear Yeah, and for their sake I'm a ball every year I'm a pause every tear And tattoo it on my face Niggas know, that I got that black music on my waist Make me put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-b-bass Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket Mama can't remember shit but last saturday, what a tragedy Flowers for the family Powder in my nap sack Running through the projects, tryna get a stack back I got my SK bout to get my MAC back to pap pap at niggas who yap yap Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know 'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude See these is Kaloos, pardon my shoes I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew Don't move cause you right in the route of the gun mouth When it talk, you know what come out- barreltone Nigga y-y-young Wayne from out Carrollton Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow Though my path is narrow, my angels are shadows I saddled up, and get the fucking battle Automatics up, like nigga fuck whoever You touch and reach, you get fucking bleached Above the law niggas put you underneath You call the law nigga? You fucking leech! You Saved by the Bell, you fucking Screech My bucket screech through the streets like a R&B singer You ain't pimping until you fuck a R&B singer I walked in this building with all these bangers And all these niggas look like targets to me What's a drought to you may be a bargain to me Cause I just may be sitting on a carton of Ki's I got important people thats trying to market me So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white, Sike! I know I'm not walking without a fight So I'm swinging with all my might We can go all night I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night Do a verse today and do a show tonight! Fuck a ho today, and fuck a ho tonight! Im' a live my life like there's no tonight I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry Cause your prayers maybe working, mama they gon' try Yeah,and we rock to the same lullaby Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5 I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time So I can be a paid nigga, and make that tomb stone say "I'm a made nigga" I'm a MADE nigga
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