Pass The Ball ft. Reid Put Me On Lyrics

Reid Put Me On This One

I know they don't wanna see me win they wanna see me fall

I'm still here my brothers gone my back against the wall

I was penthouse top floor shooting dice gambling with my dawgs

Know that's my twin

I feel like they wanna see me fall they don't want me to win

Fucked around reached out gave a nigga my all and he bit my hand

You fuck with them so I'm like fuck em' all they know where we stand

Niggas don't never wanna pass the ball

I know that these niggas wanna see me fall

I get dirty for that pape I do whatever it takes

Niggas ain't now getting no money feel like niggas in the way

How these niggas say we hiding I'm in the city everyday

With my Glock on me

And I thought he was my dawg said he gon' pop on me

And he used to be my twin he turned a opp on me

Fill up the crib with hella sticks they got the drop on me

Niggas did the shit they did the shit gon' stop on me

I ran it up and niggas hated

You can see the look up on their face they tryna fake it

You can see the look up on their face they gotta face it

I told my bitch I love but if it ain't pape then I cant chase it

Flights to Miami I call up my Zo kick shit with Haitian

We ain't on the small shit we the biggest in the nation

I can tell if that's some real za soon as I taste it

Talks with God and talks with Loc and Josh pray that I make it

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Like I feel it in my soul

It wasn't even bout' the pape cause I'll go spend it on some clothes

What you know bout' seeing your dawg turn snake he tried to wipe your nose

I've been trying so hard to leave the streets this just the life I chose

Most times I'm spending with my girl than spend racks with the bro's

I told em' watch the bitches you fucking you better not trust them hoes

Niggas always talking bout they got zot I got lit off a lows

I'm still in the trap but I got 2 racks from my first two shows

You either scammin' or you trappin'

We was down bad now we the ones that make it happen

You catch your opp outside shoot at his ass like target practice

I ran up the racks just so I can pursue my passion

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What you know about that mud

What you know about being crossed out by your own blood

What you know about being crossed out by your auntie's son

Thought he was my cuz

But in the end its all love

Its all love

Its all love

Its all love

But I ain't Durkio

You crossed me out

But its all love

I ain't tripping its all love

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