Damn, E, this is a classic
Yeah, thought I'd never see my mama cry
'Til the day I heard my daddy died
Never speak about a homicide
That's the shit that gets your onions fried, hey
Thought I'd never see my mama cry
'Til the day I heard my daddy died
Never speak about a homicide
That's the shit that gets your onions fried
Money ain't everything, somebody lied
Man, that's the main reason niggas die
They bring them tools, we ain't gotta fly
Man, that's the only way I wanna buy
I stack it up for bad days, I go so hard for Z (I do)
Love Robin and Auntie Tanya, they had a love for me (I swear to God)
Got my OG goin' insane, she knows we play for keeps (pu-pu-pu)
Can barely visit, I might catch a body on her street (ah)
Long story short, niggas told, feds did a sweep
Free my nigga Boogz out the feds, we need him on these streets
For the ones who told me, ain't no love for you or your peeps (fuck you)
They talking down, I hope they got it to replace their teeth
Talkin' 'bout me, put my problems in this Texas tea (in this Texas tea nigga)
Or Offset's with the ratchet, ain't a Cardi B
Get out of line, this bitch will spin you like it's RnB
I got somethin' to make you lay down like OMB (lay down nigga)
If he ain't down to put a skit down, he ain't with me
We get a plate then treat this shit like all you can eat (I swear to God)
We bought a K, our OG said, "Be all that you can be"
I put a nigga close to God for that Jesus piece (money, nigga)
Thought I'd never see my mama cry
'Til the day I heard my daddy died
Never speak about a homicide
That's the shit that gets your onions fried
Money ain't everything, somebody lied
Man, that's the main reason niggas die
They bring them tools, we ain't gotta fly
Man, that's the only way I wanna buy
Ooh, ay, hit some shit I can't say on the track
Nigga, the feds kickin' doors, I don't know if I'm next, ay
I'm movin' all these pounds, all this weight on my back
Hard not to kill a nigga and put my face on that
Slide down in that buggy with no plates on that
Nowadays gotta mask up, we can't play like that, hey
'Cause these so-called hitters, they be rats
Streets took the stand, nigga, gave Deek a gnat
If they get me in that room, I'm a bat
Nigga, this shit is really the mob, if I tell, I get whacked, ay
I ain't no killer but all the killers embrace me
I ain't never been a ho and I ain't never been lazy
I love my baby mama even though that bitch is crazy
I would've lost my life if I ain't have that baby, ay
Chanel made me move smart, made me go harder
Shout out to my last bitch, that bitch made me cold-hearted, hey