Goodbye/ Since96
Yea!
Shit
Tired Nigga
Straight Up
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(Verse 1)
Ain’t No Nigga Like Me
Lace my Steppers up
And hit them trenches nightly
Icey lightning on my breitling
Cause even tho my flow is fire
Diamonds more enticing
Money look way better piling
But everybody hand be out
Like I ain’t got a child
3 to be exact
Heater cracked
Where we eating at
Use to keep a gat
Them alleyways
Where I was creeping at
Lenny wеnt to trial
Nobody knew he wasn’t beating that
Hatе to see a real nigga
Down because of freaking rat
So free the slatt
We gon get to these commas
I been writing tracks
This shit is different
It don’t come as fast
But we still see a bag
Ummi chillin know
She just married a nice Muslim man
PUA was good to some niggas
They gave a couple bands
So bust a shmoney dance
I go home get in my honey pants
Keep her off the gram
So bitches won’t fuck up a Nigga plans
Keep introspective
Beat selection
Prolly Ry Or Triplin
Roll one and I’m missing
In the clouds
Or somewhere writing records
Shout out to my niggas
It ain’t easy
Coming from our section
Wanna blame the white folk
But we beefing with our own complexion
Peace on for protection
And sometimes I smoke and wonder why
With all this good I done for the hood
Why you wan see my die
Teary eyed
Niggas clearly fried
Hoping the good die
Thinking it might be to pack it up
And tell em good bye
Goodbye
(Hook)
Bout to tell em Goodbye...
Just gotta a tell em goodbye
Gotta tell em goodbye
When they don’t appreciate ya
Think it’s time to tell these niggas
Goodbye

(Verse 2)
Niggas Never preciate you
Til you dead and gone..
And Getting smoked get ya
Credibility etched in stone
Tomb gon be as tight as the womb
On the day you was born
Resurrect myself as my son
Only Right We Some Stars
Fuck whoever playin
All this fake shit
Made me start to hate it
Might as well be hookers
Niggas doing anything for paper
I’ll give it up before
They make me live in a lie
And that’s the reason that I think
It’s time to tell em good bye
(Goodbye)
(Song Transitions To Since96)

Double H All day everyday
Two times on Sunday Nigga
Yea
For the footclan
Ay,ay,ay,ay, look

(Verse)
Young fly nigga
Used to help mom cook dinner
She on Perkys for the pain
She killing
Daddy in the prison he a victim
To the Caine
He selling
Think about now
My eyes start swelling
Got a story I’m tell it
Up In Nana’s
We was sleepin in the cellar
Cried a thousand tears
The day she had to sell it
Bitter moments made me better
In it til my heart go acapella
Lil Leezy it ain’t shit that
You can tell em
Wasn’t with me when my
Blanket Was a sweater
No car walking in the middle of winter
Never tripping Cause them losses
Made my niggas into winners
I just Tell em that it’s up
And we can get it wit whoever
Know the devil on my back
He tryna bargain for my soul
Opps sayin im a target
Gotta travel with a pole
I can’t never let these pussies
Put me in a hole
Spin ya block
And put some hot shit
In the middle of your dome
But losing control
Is something I can not afford
Bang outs with the opps or the law
This money I make
I take of my family and all
I know they want see me fall
But bitch we gon ball
Watch me write my name in the stars
Did this shit here for my dawgs
Banger tucked walkin the yard
Ill be the one you can call
Til the day that they tell you I’m gone