Like Nino

Remember them days I was shooting my shot like Kobe

But they wasn't feeling a ****

When Brodie had died that damn near broke my soul

I swear that im missing you ****

The money got taller and left wrist done got cold

I know that they sick of a ****

I done seen two **** I know set up a back doe

That's why I aint fucking wit ****

my ex had left she was screaming out you aint shit

Well bitch you aint lyin to me

You really want to know what this ctm shit really bout well bitch take time and see

Freak hoes all in my phone be sending me nudes better man im tryna be

He done got him some money and a lil bit of motion now look Nino paid type beat

I'm tired of **** rapping bout the pain

They ain't felt shit get weird to me

fucking wit gang cause they ain't never break no code I thank you for keeping it p

I get up bri im taking yo ass to mall we can call it a shopping spree

After that you can catch me at one of the bars out Fed I be where the fine shits be

Remember them days I was shooting my shot like Kobe

But they wasn't feeling a ****

When Brodie had died that damn near broke my soul

I swear that im missing you ****

The money got taller and left wrist done got cold

I know that they sick of a ****

I done seen two **** I know set up a backdoe

That's why I aint fucking wit ****

17 kicked down the doe was feeling like madden I started callin them blitz

18 I went straight thru PA just me n big Glo and I started poppin them shits

19 yeah I started havin it now if you want it jus hit me and get you a fix

And that shit was just a lil intro about how I started and how a nicca got into this

Good motion we really havin it jus like a doctor it can get surgical quick

That low down nicca was talkin that shit on gram jus know I'm peepin that shit

ain't really wit all the violence that nicca tryn there ain't no mercy n this

Lil cat tryna beef wit a lion that nicca dyin ain't want it to come to all this

Freak hoe

She blow the tip of the whistle

I know

She gone spin bacc if I hit her

N no I ain't tryna be rude but a lil bit of head can you suck the seeds out the pickle

Remember them days I was shooting my shot like Kob

But they wasn't feeling a ****

When Brodie had died that damn near broke my soul

I swear that im missing you ****

The money got taller and left wrist done got cold

I know that they sick of a ****

I done seen two **** I know set up a backdoe

That's why I aint fucking wit ****