Lyrics

Let me vent, I need a minute to repent I wish I
Kept a better record of all that money that I spent
All that money that I stacked trafficking this money through these
Raps and all that crack a sold just tryna make that money back
A couple hunnid stack
Lost track along time ago drove my mama crazy but maybe my baby momma
Know or maybe Chuck know or maybe lil Brudder
Know or maybe they forgot I'll let a motha know
But it tho I'm just tryna let my brain breathe
The game cold every time I spit I get a brain freeze
I can't leave tho they say I'm what the game need except I don't
Play with we ain't even in the same league
The same breed I'm cut from a different cloth
I put a couple on had to cut some off
And cut my losses I'm with some bosses
**** they want it all like what it cost us
Now pay attention look at what it cost us
Look at what we came from, look at where it brought us
Look at how we book the mobb and how
These sucka crossed us look at
My look at what they taught us neva trust a
Errybody ain't yo brother you gotta read em like a book don't never
Judge em by they covers keep yo mouth shut
Don't never speak on what was spoken keep yo ears to da street
Keep yo third eye open neva see and watch errything around
You keep a very tight circle watch them that surround you
Know yo enemy my but know thy self them the only I know
I don't know nobody else
I don't need nobody help I came to jail on my own put the mobb on my
Back and took this twelve on my own
In the county with my cell phone on hollering at bone he like
Tell me what you need blood and when you coming home I'm like
It won't be long just be ready when I touch he like
They love a Petty let's get this feddy when you touch said I already got it set
Up tell them **** fall back em, put errything in motion as soon
As we all back I got the ball back it's young Kevion Bron
All I do is shine while these suckas ride pine yous a pawn
Imma motha king
Triple double threat I do my motha thing
Double cup of lean four five tucked in my jeans pound click clack gang
Ain't no but the team
  you mean like I ain't got it by the neck like I
Ain't eating off this like I ain't got a check like y'all
Ain't got it yet like it's still somebody else like I won't murder
These then go and kill somebody else like that ain't the
Realist that I done said in so long I ain't felt so strong about
A song in so long these tryna kill my vibe they think
It's gone they think they got me out my box but they just put me in
My zone I'm on I wrote a letter to the rap game
Young fly broke came out the crack game catch em with the work
Out stretchin em like a back sprain they threw me in the chain gang
It's still click clack gang and acting strange say I'm
Acting funny say the only time I call 'em is to ask em for some money
Tell them it's funny that's the only time y'all answer guess
What's good for the goose ain't always good for the gander
The real let these rap set the standard dying
For them dollars that y'all dropping on them dancers for them commas
That y'all off on magic city Monday
I'll wack a momma for that magic city money for that diddy
Money I'll do it for a Quan check tryna get rich homie
It's all about yo mindset take it out of context you gotta have a set
Mind like your phone gonna miss time gotta get 'em next time I got a
Kite from ten and that hit me on my text line like
Blood I need a verse for you when the best time
I told him primetime nah and they set you you gon' try to keep it simple
Shoot me the instrumental it's all about patience communication is
Essential ain't no way that we can't make it we got way to much
Potential I'm the stencil wasn't cut out for this got
Some Killa's out in Cali that a vouch for this
I'm the best bet you can put the house on this playing house wit
Yo she got her mouth on my couch full of bricks
  closet full of bales car full of sticks it look like 33rd
And Bales Kansas City whales I'm too colossal for a
Cell middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail
Middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail
Middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail
Middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail
Middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail
Written by: Kevion Bifford
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