Текст песни Rapper - GMG Lulheim

Growing up swear I had it hard
We on the porch in the back of the yard
Opp be the rim so I'm letting off shots
I don't be tipping I never got caught
I just be stressing I'm sparking alot
Front of that judge y'all be talking alot
This nigga broke why he living lie (Uh)

Mask down all my niggas disguised
Steppin' on both, couldn't pick a side
Know me and rod clutching in that ride
Know lul8 reaching for the 9
She geekin' on the guys, eating on the guys
The money I divide then it multiply
The honey in my ride she be actin' shy

I ain't run from that nigga, I ain't see that nigga bitch
I pour a 4 in the wok, Trish
These niggas tell on the stage, snitch
I put my hand on the heart pleading the fifth
Bakin' who cake? you ain't shooting shit
Out in LA straight to the Bay we gon be sending out shots everyday
Long live Unc, Long live O, get to the Vally we laying low
Clip got a 30 we let it blow
Hop on a plane and go back up the road
Catch him in traffic now opps on the road
I going back for to chill with my hoe
She got that shit saying I need a boat
She call me goofy, I play in her throat

Niggas going broke and rapping, nigga better catch me lacking
Thinkin' 'bout the bag, I had it
All I just want on my wrist is a Patek
Gave her some shit she never had, I'm smoking strong
Pass me the gas
Purpin' in school, we on your ass
All of these niggas just bring up the past

We was 'posed to be cool and then they killed Unc
How you gon change it to that?
Chen really tried to rip me out my blues, how you gon play me like that?
You can get painted for that, I'm leaving stains in the back
Really trained to attack
I'm leaving shame where you at, I show the gang where you at
These niggas think we just rap