If I Ever

Lyrics
(yuh yuh) (this how we gone do it) Aye, I beat up the block with my kinfolk And em but they couldn't really keep it a stack, (keep it a stack) And these niggas wouldn't give me credit For nothin til I got Amiri's and stuffed em with racks, (stuffed em with racks) I never had me no luck I been talkin to God with the ride tryna get to the sack I can't neva fall out with bro bout a hoe in the streets ima fuck her n send her right back, (send her right back) Im at two places my home and the bank (home and the bank) Brodie on lock wit a phone and a shank (bitch) Get you a kill and go up in the rank I was just in the 4 washin clothes in the sink, (we was) Its not what you think ma we still made a way, (made a way) We gone get paid at the end of the day (get paid) It is what it is take this shit day for day got some dawgs in the cell and some in heaven gate My lil bro quick to buckin he came with a k All that gangster shit go out the way when you ratted (ratted) We slept on a mattress with nun but a pallet And now we livin lavish with steak and a salad, (we on it) And when you lose it all thats when everybody vanish Guess im tracking a package it's easy to manage, (it is) Beat up the block and emote then I bandage I came from no car now my Roof panoramic My roof panoramic my car panorama Who woulda thought license came with some chedda? I start poppin percs it wasn't makin it better My wrist cost a brick and it came with a sweater My car white as snow inside like mariner Im always one deep when its rainin the weather Both of yall rats if you hang with a teller Buckshot known to spread like we makin Nutella Play with this shit what you ain't gone do Chopstick magazine 98 plus 2 Try to stain for a chain and I ain't gone sue Let it bang on his brain til it stain my shoe You a pussy with what bitch you ain't gone shoot, (you ain't) We got a condo the 8th floor view You ain't slide with that iron how you claim yo crew? you done took a few dubs how you ain't gone lose? (Ha Bitch!) Yuh, pop out n flex me a dub Got niggas mad cause I turned to a go getta, (yuh) I snatch ya hoe from the club, he started bitchin and thinkin I go with her, yuh Cuban link got me on flood, laws lookin at me like neighborhood dope dealer Bitch Im the ape im a go-rilla If you hang witha rat you ain't no realer I beat up the block with my kinfolk And em (yuh) but they couldn't really keep it a stack, (yuh yuh) And these niggas wouldn't give me credit For nothin til I got Amiri's and stuffed em with racks, (yuh yuh) I never had me no luck I been talkin to God with the ride tryna get to the sack I can't neva fall out with bro bout a hoe in the streets ima fuck her n send her right back
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- Only1Frenzy