Lyrics Corner Gospel 4 - Neek Bucks

Louis bag I'm walking through TSA
Rap or if I gotta bag a brick, I make it either way
I know they gon' follow what I do I got to lead the way
Just alone on weed today
I blew like a G today

I done ran this money up, gotta cut down on these habits
I gotta turn this plain jane Rollie to a Patek
I done had some close niggas treat me like I'm average
Really in this H4 shit I got it tatted

I done been in bow ties,
I done really tote 5's
I can look in both eyes
I see this shit from both sides

You know how I'm frontline shit every time it's go time
I just gotta go grind and I'll be up in no time
My dawg just sent a kite, he want some pictures of my wrists

Better not be ya hoe, I got some bitches on my list
Told my nigga just be patient don't go second guessing shit
I been playing in these streets, shit I can't wait to go legit
I'm from where they never make it, got that flamer on my hip

Nah for real I had to take it,
Thought I never make it big
Man, it really hurt my heart how they did my nigga Nip
Only a matter of time they see the realest in this shit
Ima give these niggas pressure all summer

Just bought some chops, it's going to be a long summer
Them niggas bums since when them niggas talk money, yeah
But I just ran up in the jeweler all hundreds
That boy on something
I done lost love for some niggas that was with it
How my nigga got his lawyer in the court saying, I did it
I don't know if he lost his mind, or whatever
Bro tripping
Too many situations turn me to a cold nigga
Lost my brother to a slug, I just want my nigga back
Gotta watch out who dish out love and who don't give it back
I been solid with no buzz, nigga you could get the facts
If these niggas get the chance they probably hit me in my hat
That's why I'm strapped

Yea, you know it feel a little different when you came from nothing
Started looking at me tripping like you gave me something
If it was love nigga, you ain't never gave me nothing
I gave them loyalty
I ain't never beg for nothing
Yea, I got a youngin now, you know it's different
Probably told some niggas fuck them but I wasn't trippin
Bro was chasing, I was tryna tell them fuck them bitches
You know the love I got for certain niggas, uncondition
The realest
I don't give a fuck about who a nigga shot
Ain't no paperwork with my name on it floating on no block
You know it was plenty war wounds, we ain't tell no cops
I'm just praying if I get caught that my bro won't sell me out
Whoa
They was tryna tell us, we ain't hear shit
Pour out the liquor for all the hittas that ain't here shit
Sometimes I wish my nigga just could reappear and shit
Twenty-five hundred for these booger's in my ear
I'm on some trill shit
Let me know now, is you gone cross me or what?
Shit, I was gonna blow with you bro you salty for what?
You know this jewelry set that's on me cost a nigga a dub
Count it out so many times look, that boy done blew up
You know the whip like the brinks truck pull up with them racks
My bro said don't trust a nigga his bro shot em in da back
Had the label up in black crib
They signed me in the trap
Riding in a Honda Civic sliding with it in my lap
You know I'm strapped huh