Untitled Song

(Chorus)4x

"We could loose it all and bounce right back "

 

(Verse1)

 

If a Nigga want too try me I got my shooter that's my right hand

loyal family by my side never leave me by any circumstance

we could loose everything and bring it right back

always stay on your tip & shine like a white man

stay down till the come up don't slack on act

catch the work when you can just incase its a drought ahead

like my nigga dutchy said rather starve myself just too feed my pockets

but I bet you cant comprehend what he said

most these people just pretend to be like the best

bitch I been getting money I been there done that

stuck in the struggle pray to god I wont comeback

it's goin be a major comeback fuck the competition i'm a run past

dreams in my sleep calling up the plug while i'm buying designer things and sighing autographs ,

but I cant even sleep i'm to busy dodging opps and selling grams ,

living in the kitchen my main bitch a pot and my side hoe saran-wrap,

i'm always bagging up in the trap

pour up a double cup while I serve yo mans ,

thought he was the plug turns out i'm the right man,

came along ways i was kicking cans I had a rich kid dream I could be the man,

paid in full now im swerving in my city in the caravan with my vans , no baggies so i told brojo put it in my hands ,

Now im smugglin work in the dash when the blue lights come they cant find my stash , used to ball at blocki park now i'm flipping packs , but i ball hard call me steve nash ,

you a broke boi call a uber then you call a cab , paid 60 for the grit thats a good batch , we be riding foreign cars we dont do the hatch , shoutout 12 st free big bro omat when the feds touchdown we out the back , only thing the police found was a toilet full of crack ,