December 18th Pt. 2 Lyrics

It's not personal shit

It's strictly business

Strictly business

Let's get right to it

Round here, I'm famous

I can hit your bitch and won't say shit

Highly blessed, God's favorite

But got a bunch of demons I hang

with

Designer hoodie with the paint drips

I got shooters with me, they don't take pics

They already know my main whip, so I'm spinning blocks in my bae

Shit

I been losing my patience

How im still here

It don't make sense

Trap house with my main bitch till it's all gone

I'm in the same fit

Nothing matters when the pain hits

Trying to find a way that we can change shit

Hard to trust people fake shit

I don't even trust the bitch I'm laying with

Face of my city for real

None of us missing a meal and I bet you we eat

Go out and get it for real

My phone be clicking for real

I can't even sleep

She threw me the kitty I killed

She popped her a pill after she turned to a freak

No i cant chill chasing these mills chasing these dreams feel like im meek

I rep for my section its never a question you better go check out my resume

Counting my blessings and paying attention

I really don't care how much bread it takes

What you know about depression and all of this pressure

We praying for better days

Really be jugging finesse I can't talk about it

I ain't trying to catch a case

Yeah

Thick bitch with a pretty face

That pussy sweet like Minute Maid

What goes around gon' come around

When you least expect it not a minute late

Spent the day up on the interstate

Anything to keep the business straight

Cut the white girl like I'm Jason

I stab that bitch like Crystal Lake

Then it jumps in the water

I got fill all my customers orders

I gotta run to corner

Wether a dime or a quarter

Bring it all back for my son and my daughter

I gotta re up for the gang

Really be doing my thing

Bitch you fucking with a king

Free teddy out the bing

Got these rappers in a sling

It's really the facts

Sit them by me and they waxed

All these pussies whack

You looking for me then you looking for crack

I'm dope as that shit that they put in the trap

Look it im back

Shawty finally let me crack

At first she was fronting

Now she be loving the way that it look from the back

This is all fake shit I put in my raps

Ha

Meal ticket shit feels different

Cut from a cloth they ain't still stitching

My hitter sliding once the pill hit em

No drill music they do drill missions

Been wilding and im still tripping

From the slums bitch we built different

Shit is lit they bout to free tristan

Gotta know different you wanna be different

Pick a life it wouldnt wanna be mine

Lost my grandma right in front of my eyes

Lost my uncle seen my cousin and cried

This for the family every sun up i grind

Made it my mission to master my craft

Now nobody better I say it with pride

Made it my mission to master my craft

And now nobody better I say it with pride

The slums 3

Y'all know how we do this shit

Right back on em

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