So what I grew up with them nikkas, i ain't stuck with them nikkas We from the same hood but I don't fukk with them nikkas
shyt pop off, I touch one of them nikkas
Cut one of them nikkas, buck one of them nikkas Beg For Mercy, number four, I'm so hood First LP, ten-million sold, I'm so good
I thought nikkas would love to see me shine
But it's making them sick to see me getting mine
Got that Benz, got that Bentley, and that new Bugatti
Got that Range, Aston Martin, and that new Ferrari
If it's making you sick to see me blow I'm sorry Dude we used to be cool, but I ain't stuck with you nikka
I grew up with you nikka, but I don't fukk with you nikka
Got shot in the back then turned around and got shot in the eye
You ain't gonna shoot back lay down and die
There's a message in my music, can you hear it Kai?
Your man's never gonna blow and you're the reason why
It's disease infested when I spit it any nikka can get it
fukk the fronting and the rhymes that ass'll get flat-lined Can't we all just get along? we used to be friends
Nah, fukk that, man we used to pretend
These nikkas is comedians, I thought I was type funny
Five called telling nikkas, "mutt need bail money"
On some real shyt, would you bail a nikka out son, that knew nikkas was trying to kill you and wouldn't let you hold a gun
Think about it
Hahaha
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