Mob Ties (Freestyle)▌

Y’all know I don’t fuck with none of these niggas
I’m running these niggas
Gunning these niggas
They got no bread really who funding these niggas
Not tryna link not tryna eat & have no luncheon with niggas
Not tryna rap not tryna trap not tryna punch in with niggas
Cause
I’m on big shit big shit
I gotta get the crib with the bitch
If you did it gotta live with the shit
Take nothing back
I got my piece, my toast, my burner, got my gat
So much craziness going on it’s fucking sad
But it’s the veg
So we gotta get paid
Look how we was raised
We was calling out fades
But never had bad grades
Watching out for the jakes
This shit was never a faze
We smoked before and after class
I’m always mad faded
First I seen a 45 then I seen a K
First I seen a nigga die then I felt the pain
I don’t trust a stash spot & I don’t trust the bank
We let you live give thanks
Around Vegas it’s a lot of yellow tape
Last night I heard a nigga got shot for a 8th
Niggas out here staving I can’t tell they not paid
Niggas out here telling helping police build a case
Your soul will be replaced