Like A.I Lyrics

I'm on the stove like my aunty on the Holiday

By 17 I done prolly had a thousand Plays

Niggas pussy I ain't never been the Type to ran

I'm laid back I sell crack in pajama Pants

Niggas know my hood bully

So I bet you can't walk through it

Head game crazy

So I make the pussy talk stupid

I know everybody ain't built for this Rap shit

My own city tryna put me on the Black list

My phone doing summersaults

Uhe fiends do back flips

Uncle roc told me

He was 10 When the crack hit

Grandma was already crack binge

Michael Jackson already had a smash Hit

White doing numbers like britt Pitt

The robbers out

You don't wanna get ya stash hit

The product good we ain't never Selling bad shit

The fetty putting all the knodders in a Casket

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(Hook)

Shit get real when the day gets darker

Money better the coke get harder

Niggas fade when the money start Drying

Bitches leave when the time start Coming

Mommas cry when the guns start Humming

Kids lonely when the dads start dying

Friends telling when they should of Stayed silent

Niggas soft cause they couldn't stay Solid

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Real killers ain't gone brag about a Body

Ima around some niggas

Who catch wreck And ain't driving

She the type of bitch

To get me neck while I'm driving

All the real niggas you get stretched if you lying

Momma raised a dog it's far fetched I'm a lion

Walking through the city it be hotter Than a fire

Can't make me quit cause I'm never Gone retire

And I'm in the field like I'm the umpire

They wanna see me lose

Well they better put they glasses on

Tryna make money from my music

Get my masters owned

Bright nigga but I never been a flashy One

Designer jeans that I can't get no Ashes on

They cuffing hoes

That other niggas smashing on

Want smoke I just tell a nigga pass The blunt

30 bullets in the gun can you last a Month

Get in a rut I'm just tryna get past the Funk

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(Hook)

Shit get real, when the day gets darker

Money better, the coke get harder

Niggas fade ,when the money start Drying

Bitches leave, when the time start Coming

Mommas cry, when the guns start Humming

Kids lonely, when the dads start dying

Friends telling ,when they should of Stayed silent

Niggas soft ,cause they couldn't stay Solid

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