BiC Fizzle
Story
No book, I'm ripping pages, tryna write, like find the one strip
Mindset on them millions, my confidence on a forklift
Hustlin' is the only way you gettin' it if you're from here
Forty shells in a gun clip, nothin' but hate, ain't no love here
Narcs on the block, a dead body, another homicide
His D.O.A. hurt everybody, another mama cryin'
Sit alone, thinkin' with my thoughts in a room, ain't got nothin' but time
People asking me where my feelings went, I ain't seen 'em in a while
Tell 'em, "Put RahRah back up on the block, he ain't commit no crimes"
I roll a blunt, sit back and meditatе, thinkin' while time flying
I was just a baby, now I got diamonds evеry time I shine
And I don't like when people 'round 'cause folks be tryna slime a slime
Front court, ain't even half time, front court, watch me hit the bay line
Ten to one, J up the sco' by eight or nine, no feelin' and my only fear is not working, I'm ready to grind
Chase the money, not wasting time
When nigga like me out here cussin', dying red light, he switchin' stop signs
Fifteen when I shot my first deuce slide, weeks later, mama get me baptized
Seen shit in the hood, left me traumatized
That's why I stay with my MC Hammer side
I'ma go get the trophy, Brady
That's why I be winning so much, that's crazy
Gave me the cape and know I can't save it
'Fore I go leave millions to all my unborn babies
You hear me?
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