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This Lil Nigga Wanna Get At A Boss When He Ain't Even Write It

Ight Mang

Ill REALLY GIVE IT TO YA


The Expections From Me, Is Higher Than A Mountain
So I Carry My Life Guard, But I'll Still Drown Him
Fuck This Nigga, He Rep The T Dot
He Da Type Of Fag 2 Snitch Out The Weed Spot
And He Hidin' In A Hole Like A Fuckin' G Spot
And All Your Rhymes Played and Old Like Some Fuckin' Reebokz
Listen, Me And You Is Not On The Same Level
My Runs Don't Stop, Like Lance Armstrongs Pedals
Chain Gold Like The Medals, Still Wanted Like A Pedo
They See Me In The Ghetto With A Bitch With Stilettos
LowKey I'm Balling Your Whole Crew Falling
I'll Turn You Into An Insect All You'll Be Doing Is Crawlin'
For Help You Hollerin' Cause The Lights Open And God's Calling Him
Now You All In, Set To Go, All I Can Say Is We Warned Him
Nigga I Was Born In The Hood Consider I Was Born Sin
I Turned Around My Life Like Earl Boykin's
I'm Still Here, Standing Demanding Ransom With A Passion
They Chant Him, My First Single Gon' Be A Hood Anthem
This Flow Will Chop Ya Hands So That Would Be Dangerous
Your Music Couldn't Put T Dot On Da Map If You Had Drake Playing It
I'm A Saint On Earth, An Angel In Heaven, But If I Go To Hell
I'm Use To Da Depression, In Life There Are Lessons
Grew Up With Peers Trying To Press Him
One Day He Was Blessened Enough To Leave That Presence
And His Eyes Opened Up To Where There Was No Recession
Spending All Da Pension Living Life In Heaven