Mean Good

Lyrics

[Verse] Hey, them lemonade niggas that don't mean good People only fuckin' with your baby if it seem good Fuck it, I just bought the baby choppa with the greenwood Rappin' league, we runnin' up some pape', you know my team good Trappin' was the first thing that paid me, ask the block about it The only reason you don't speak on it is 'cause you not around Nigga bring a problem to my plate, I'ma out-of-bound it You gotta dig deep to find yourself, you just never found it We started off buyin' grams, now we sharin' ounces Now we buyin' back the whole block, we can share houses Went and got it on my own, I never shared couches Never deep into my feelings, I don't care about it I got [?][0:39], shit get deep Left his body in the ocean, lefty floatin' by his feet Bitch, we came up from the mud, now it's solid concrete I wouldn't try that, see these fifty people that's behind me? And they don't play about your baby, 'cause I'm solid as it come I tell my baby D-Boy, "Pull it up, this the one" She ask me, "What's that wrapped around your pocket?" It's a gun Fuck a ten-ball up just in the mall, shit be fun When you move around, you gotta watch your back, 'cause it's vultures out I gotta cut back on drinkin' lean, took the sober route Buy a brand new oldie, same day, pull the motor out No GPS on the road, 'cause I know the route I'm just patiently waitin' on that day 'til we control the South She caught me off a Percocet, I blew her shoulders out I could never ever sell my soul for no amount I finally got my money up and now I'm showin' off Niggas hate the way that we control the city I ain't even gotta post it, niggas know it's fifty Don't break my heart, that's gon' bring out the soldier in me Never complainin' 'bout no pape', 'cause I know it's plenty A lot of scars from the past, still, I stand alone Every day I wake up, I just pray that I make it home Unc still sellin' dope, he into breakin' stones If I tell you how I feel, just don't take it wrong I don't fuck with a lot, emotions run deep Tryna escape from my past, shit be hauntin' me Hundred dollars for my eighthies, boy, your blunt cheap Fucked her hard for thirty minutes straight, now she drunk sleep I might disappear a lot, but I just like my time alone I just pull up, collect my backend, then I'm gone The real weed come from California, shit be strong If you ain't got 'nough pape' to spend with me, leave me alone [Outro] Nah, for real