John cass
My daddy run around and made me hitting yeah
Said he's coming for me
I was always there waiting
Mommy was a hosta
She was money making two jokes that's no days off i bro
I read it posted on the block
I'm with the shotters on the corner
Selling like a duck
I'm only smoking m**a
I ain't going jail then i went straight after
When life was going wrong i used to blame it on my
Had to get smart more paper less drama
Brother abdulla
Telling me i need your other blocks
And mack mics tryna bring me to the church
Every day it's getting cracking from the shit
Was getting worse all i think about is racks
I don't think about b**h
All i do is count cash you can say i'm half rich
If money had a p**y then i might be whip
Stack it up double it get the money cuddling
Stack stack stacking up paper
Nowadays everything i do i do it major
I can't see the other side see you later she wanna f**k
She just tryna get vvs bust down down
But i'm up now yeah she wanna f**k now
Give her doggy doggy style in the streets in the south
Big wack when i'm round in the eighth town
Tell them niggas come round come around
Still up in the autoi'm in the trenches
Coming to my block then you better be on guest list
Check this all my little brothers move reckless
Free m j try give a life sentence
Low key rolling in my whip i got my poke key
Smoke key niggas want me dead it's no dope key
Is it the fame or the rollie
Niggas wanna kill me
But these niggasdon't know me
Winning in the streets no trophy
I could never let a b**h n**a post me
We could f**k fuck b**h don't post me don't post me
I've been outside since all free for you the engineer
