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On Me

J Neat
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(Don't talk to me, nigga, I'm antisocial) (Rico got that fire) I remember trappin' on the corner on a rainy day I was sleepin' in the bando, I ain't had nowhere to stay We ain't had nowhere to go We was tryna flip these O's Double up then hit the road We make a play, that's pick and roll We was tryna make a way Get up close and take his face We was slidin' every day Like, fuck the judge and fuck a case Crow, watch your back, these niggas fake Brody make him pick his face We was tryna find a way So this is what we had to take Takin' chances with my life like I got more than one We can smoke until we hit the highway 'cause I brought a gun Crow said if he gonna buy a Rollie, buy a 41 36 For bitches and you know that we got more than them My blick on me, we shoot, that's RIP, yeah, uh I spent like fifteen on my jeans, yeah, uh Foreign with push-start, still got keys, yeah, uh I make her choose up to me, yeah, uh My blick on me, we shoot, that's RIP, yeah, uh I spent like fifteen on my jeans, yeah, uh Foreign with push-start, still got keys, yeah, uh I make her choose up to me, yeah, uh Fifty in that glizzy with no beam, yeah, uh We just hit your head, you in your dreams, yeah, uh I been gettin' hundreds, all I need, yeah, uh I been gettin' hundreds in my sleep, yeah, uh Gettin' money's all we know We got bowls on top the stove We got Dracs like OVO He talkin' crazy, wipe his nose They got feelings in disguise See the hatred in they eyes If it ever comes to life Then this .40 gotta rise For my Crow, it's do or die He want smoke, that's suicide I aim for heads, know we gon' ride Tryna see his mama cry Tryna see his family grieve Put that lil' boy underneath While I'm steppin' on your block I'm gettin' blood all on my feet My blick on me, we shoot, that's RIP, yeah, uh I spent like fifteen on my jeans, yeah, uh Foreign with push-start, still got keys, yeah, uh I make her choose up to me, yeah, uh My blick on me, we shoot, that's RIP, yeah, uh I spent like fifteen on my jeans, yeah, uh Foreign with push-start, still got keys, yeah, uh I make her choose up to me, yeah, uh