My Niggas

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My niggas, this is for my niggas Though my buzz is getting bigger Never cut you out my picture I go hard to make a living School ain't work, I had to trap Shit, I'm good everywhere I know my niggas got my back I got my back against the wall Head up to the sky I'm blowing medical, like fuck the federal We only grind Fuck the judge giving niggas time Fuck is on they mind Change my number so many times Don't trust who on my line I got a loyal team of niggas Loyal gang I'm repping VVS as she undressing Sour got me never stressing I'm two stepping with my weapon Gorgeous gangsta, feel like Stack Couple divas in the front Got my gangstas in the back See that Yankee on my hat Don't you dare ask where I'm from Profit got me on these black Audis My Nikes on the dash 5% I'm riding big Can't keep up with, cake I done spent Purple haze got me like a blimp Every day I be trying to win I just want all my niggas to know I love 'em when I'm gone I put my life in every single song Ain't nobody put me on I was up late night, early morn With a little bit of patience you'll be on What they saying to me I don't drink around niggas that I don't trust I don't smoke around niggas I don't fuck with Try to surround myself with only real niggas But it's the fake ones lately that I been stuck with What's up with that Knives stuck in my back Guys that I ride for never ask for nothing back Just some loyalty That's all it boils to My niggas never judge Just act like lawyers do Get on my case when I need it Never gotta tell, don't repeat this I treat his fam like my own Never let no bitch come between us Whatever we talk we gon' live it When a nigga fuck up, we admit it Real niggas deal with the consequences Fake niggas just giving There's like four, five niggas I trust my life with Keep it a hundred, ain't always saying the right shit When the money come, you know I'm breaking down And I dare all you doubters to make a sound My eyes wide and I'm watching Limousine to come get my team I got a show, missed sound check But I'ma tear it down and then get my cream Rolling up with like two O's Miami got two hoes Smoke a lot but got a few goals Uptown nigga but I live in Queens Everything is real player like Fuck once, she wanna stay the night Wanna visit me, I pay the flight I ain't got shit for the hater type Cîroc mixed with lemonade and Sprite You fuck niggas I pay to fight Sixteen spit sixteens Had big dreams of getting paid to write Now I'm getting paid in the morning Afternoon, getting paid at night Clockwork that block work With them blue and white pigs stay in sight Any time they might jump out I don't walk around with no pack on They shooting out and you try to front Niggas'll leave your back gone They posted up with that MAC drawn Backpack Louis, spent racks on Can't believe that I'm that calm This paper longer than Shaq arms Smell loud but don't talk much We'll check you out if you walk up Sour D get sparked up Won't get fed, better talk up My niggas Sometimes all you got is your niggas Yeah What they saying to me