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Joshua Rich Richardson
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Yea yea yea yea
You know a nigga like me
Just really be riding minding my own
Yea
Fuck these niggas they can never be
They can never be
Chillin in the trap sellin work out the bando
Young ass Nigga getting racks got bands hoe
Chillin in a pent house with a bad white bitch
If you was six nine Nigga would you snitch
Tryna sell a brick smoked it all huslin ain't yo nitch
Personalities some timey like a trick switch
Them niggas ain't yo homie boy should of noticed it
You slippin my nigga you looking lost
I cannot trust you I'm backing off
I gave you a chance I'm knocking you off
I get excited for the execution
Nigga got yo baby momma out her prostituting
How you coo wit I'm die with I or survive wit it
Show me yo struggle it strengthens ambitions
Chasin this money my hands is itching
Left my bitch house cuz she was bitching
My other bitch holding down her position
Big bro hit a stick now he is trippin
I love em to death but this shit is different
He gotta change or I'm keeping my distance
I do not come around fuck them
I do not come around fuck them niggas
Niggas really act like they was bro
But where was niggas at when I was
Broke broke broke broke
Nigga not a P you just a hoe
If its that then its that nigga let me know
Just say that
If its that then its that nigga let me know
Just say that
If its that then its that nigga let me know
Just say that
Im really that this ain't for show
Just say that
If its that then its that nigga let me know
If its that then its that then be that
But I could never be the one to be that
Niggas talk shit I don't react
To what niggas do because niggas be lying
Open up some doors they ain't see that
But they can't ignore how I speak facts
Always Ben Rich on they cheap ass
Bitches be trying and niggas be dying
BANG BANG
I got a rep to maintain
Give me a check fuck the fame
Iiiiiiiiiii own it while they playing games
They why my drive its insane
My loc want the smoke he go crazy
My blooda Bick Back being brazy
I give no fucks who's gone hate me
Moving cuz these niggas lazy
You know the motto fuck you pay me
We get these dollars on a daily
Keeping it trill I'm too real to be faking
Ohohohhhhh oh babbyyyyy
Niggas really act like they was bro
But where was niggas at when I was
Broke broke broke broke
Nigga not a P you just a hoe
If its that then its that nigga let me know
Just say that
If its that then its that nigga let me know
Just say that
If its that then its that nigga let me know
Just say that
Im really that this aint for show
Just say that
If its that then its that nigga let me know
If its up then its up let me know it then
I done been to war and I will go again
I just hit a bitch and went and told her friend
The next thing you know here we go again
If you clutching that pole nigga show it then
And if you gone up then blow it then
Cuz my nigga Solid as bowling balls
And we knocking em down like bowling pins
Oh Lord
I ain't ever ducked no fade
I ain't ever ran from a nigga
But nigga throw too much shade
That's how the took ten from a nigga
If I ain't strapped
Then I got my blade
Or I can put hands on a nigga
Bitch better go yo way
Or I'ma start spraying with the killers
I ain't saying I'm the realist
But you can't pull my card
I done did too much work
You know I'm gone smoke my weed
I came from the home of the turps
You should probably keep it at home
Im giving every nigga this work
Every nigga this work
Yea yea
Writer(s): Joshua Richardson
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