(D-Roc)

Look, shot the shit, just me and Ten
Shorty house, my big sister kid
Started off, I was broke as fuck
Now I came up and I'm millions in
Shorty whole world fucked up, he need all ends
Fuck a nigga whole world up, take his soul then
You love me? Bitch, you a fuckin' lie
Treated me bad once
you won me over and I don't know why
Give it one more chance, I tried, I tried
When grandma died, along my soul died
I'm a lonely child, now just tell me I ain't shit

I know
That it gotta be something wrong
Maybe I showed
That I don't need them around

Fucked up, wish I could call Rich
Fuck that, I don't know who my friеnd
Niggas been cliquin' up with niggas
like they want it with me
All on my shit whеn I'm around, I got choppers in
And you ain't safe, bitch, no, I don't play, bitch
I take this cutter and cut up
and shoot you in your fuckin' face, bitch
Niggas ain't been playin' 'bout shit
when I cry, you won't try again
I ain't got no purpose
so I'm gon' cut up for Big Dump, bitch
We see the enemy, then we dump
dope in my speakers and the trunk, bitch
And ain't no scorin', it's just for one
This for my youngins who see trucks and they run
This for that youngin had to take
his partner life behind a gun
This for my mama and that trauma
and that time that I done spent
Spinnin' on you bitch niggas and livin' like a rich nigga
KD can't walk, wish I could sit
with him or fuck a bitch with him
She eat his dick behind and I kill her
my clique too official
Eighty things, no girl, it be all boy
serve it like that raw hard
I can't wait 'til Meech come home
so he can get right back in charge
I'll buy that bitch new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce
If I grab that stick, I cause hell and it's over
And I'm dumb as shit, I done fell for this girl, God
I looked at my nigga Rich, he can tell
Slime gettin' high 'til I think I'm in heaven
'Cause everyone 'round do not fit me in hell
Hold up, that bitch don't want you, you gon' trap her
I been locked inside the stu' like a trap
If we catch one of these rappers, we gon' wrap them
Seen that lil' boy, when I came home, I got after
You stupid bitch, Nike make you run way faster
should've had some
Now that's what you get
from tryna take the title off of my drum
I was fumblin' with that chopper
I swung through, they said I had one
And my daddy gettin' on my ass
'cause he say we could've just sent one
Hall of fame of manipulation in interrogation room
This shit we goin' through'll make you choose
and wanna break the broom
After all that I been through
it make you choose, I ain't got faith in you
They laugh, but I ain't cool
when I abuse, feel like I break the room
We argue as we feud, sometimes I just plan on shakin' you
Battin' you and just handlin' you
turn you 'round and just do what I do
When I come through, I'll make a body fall
When I come through, lookin' out for all of y'all