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Description
Producer: FOREVER ROLLIN
Composer: FOREVER ROLLIN
Lyricist: Timothy Patterson
Lyricist: George A Stone III
Lyricist: Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
Lyrics and translation
Original
All the flexing on that bitch!
Forever bro.
Still ain't put my pistol down, still ain't got it figured out.
50K to bring him home, they still ain't let my nigga out.
We who niggas whisper 'bout, why you bring that bitch around? I know homies in the pen hot, you got that snitch around.
Fuck a nigga, dig him out, proper way to feel about it.
Half the hood hate a nigga, I ain't in my feelings 'bout it.
Think and scheme and buy a pint, crack another seal about it. Bro was one of them, acknowledge that, be a real one 'bout it.
Crazy how we made a way, carved it out and paved the way.
Highest ranking, safe to say, taking shit day for day. Auntie said I need to pray, not only that, I need a K.
Who gon' take a trip about the minds of niggas leave me faint?
Thoughts I try hard not to think, no emotions on my face. Learn to drive a
Yank, most my militia gone a decade straight.
Police plus my new beef work together, they want me out the way.
Unrealistic getting me killed for just a little hundred K. Don G, new era, new king is what the trenches say.
Little niggas don't be learning from words, you gotta demonstrate.
You crazy thinking you gon' take my place and not participate.
Car parked, turned off and I'm waiting patient, be on the stake.
Soon as, not a second late, knock a chunk out nigga's face. Family gather for to see you suited like a prime date.
Grown man game, these little boys think they ready for it.
Molla headie dead, I RSVP with the devil for him. They lying saying you don't know the time because I set it for him.
All this move on one accord, you just talk and never do it. Bow my head, pray to the
Lord, please don't make nobody that I can't afford. The difference how we built,
I pray not to miss, not forget this for it.