"It's the type of love you give when you're from the hood. doesn't have to be all formal and proper; the kind of love you show when you can be relaxed around that special someone. no relationship/title involved.
he's not my man, my boy-friend but my...
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It was about 3 in the morning and Kayden was upstairs in my bed fast asleep while I was in the basement working on new songs because I couldn't fall asleep no matter how exhausted I was from the show.
TEC tried to spend the night here but I dubbed it because I didn't want him getting comfortable with my son especially since we wasn't together and I didn't want to confuse my kids at all.
Mason hit me back about them dumping the body into the ocean and how everything was cleared out which was good.
I looked down at my rap book and continued to jot down whatever came to mind.
After half an hour passed by I finally finished a song and hopped into the booth to record it.
I set everything up before starting.
______________________________ [Verse 1] Bitch I'm a savage I ain't gotta tote a pistol But I love the way you drop when you get hit with this 4 nickel Right at yo temple I won't miss you Pop a bitch like a pimple I'ma let the chop dismiss you You can catch all these missiles Had the Glock on me then got the Glock on me now Screaming fuck 12 they tryna send my niggas down I be higher than a cloud smoking cookie by the pound They heard Brazy in the gang bitches throwing in the towel They keep asking for it I'ma let these bitches have it Riding in the foreign say he like the way I snap it Bitches panic when they see me load the semi automatic 450 for the ballys I just wanna live lavish
[Hook] Boo bitch you talking but you won't do shit I'ma cool bitch till a goofy jump stupid I ain't rich but my money too thick I'm ruthless skudy zone all my niggas shootin shit Boo bitch you talking but you won't do shit I'ma cool bitch till a goofy jump stupid I ain't rich but my money too thick I'm ruthless skudy zone all my niggas shootin shit
[Verse 2] Hit you with two sticks I won't miss Twin fourties twin fourties with a thirty on that bitch I'm bout my money all my hittas bout that motherfucking drama If you talking bout it's beef then they coming for yo momma Got that draco on my hip hop in that whip I'm finna dip I ain't sick but you know I'm sipping codiene like a bitch I just sit pretty let these little ugly bitches hate I wish I would let a broke bitch fuck up the paper chase Is you dumb little bitch you will never know where I stay But yo momma stay on the 6th and I know where yo granny lay Bitches really don't wanna play hating on me man that shit gay Bitches always sneak dissing but never say shit to my face Joyroad nigga
