Put In On Yo Head Lyrics

Word on the street, them niggas dissin', they keep sayin' they want me dead

Only goin' off the violence, we ain't goin' off what's said

He keep playin' like he crazy, hollow tips gon' be his meds

Man, they said I'd never make it, but I'm good at makin' beds

And yeah, you right, she didn't let me fuck, but still she gave me head

I told her, bro, I don't like to write, but still gon' send her bread

Born a leader, got the recipe, the whole crew gon' get fed

Real street nigga, I got rich just to put it on your head

Real street nigga, but got rich up off the LLCs

It's a cold case for niggas, then he gon' play with me

Knew how to flip a dime before I knew my ABCs

Knew not to drop a dime before they put a case on me

Yeah, I came from nothin' and stay solid while they hate on me

Ain't no nigga ever gave me shit I made away from me

Yeah, I'm all about my bread, I should've bought a bakery

Tryna pull up on the block and let the cater speak, bang, bang

Word on the street, them niggas dissin', they keep sayin' they want me dead

Only goin' off the violence, we ain't goin' off what's said

He keep playin' like he crazy, hollow tips gon' be his meds

Man, they said I'd never make it, but I'm good at makin' beds

And yeah, you right, she didn't let me fuck, but still she gave me head

I told lil, bro, I don't like to write, but still gon' send her bread

Born a leader, got the recipe, the whole crew gon' get fed

Real street nigga, I got rich just to put it on your head

Hit my line, tryna cop a nine, I told him it's too late

Failed out two years ago, but shit, what happened to the case

Tried to hit the yard hard, he came home just like he mase

Told my P.O. that I changed, but I'm still in the baking cake

And there's some homies that been gone, but they can't ever get replaced

Shit gettin' hard up up on that yard, make sure you tie your lace

He got his switch, but he still a bitch, this gangsta life ain't safe

Think he real, but he don't know the realest niggas get replaced

Word on the street, them niggas dissin', they keep sayin' they want me dead

Only goin' off the violence, we ain't goin' off what's said

He keep playin' like he crazy, hollow tips gon' be his meds

Man, they said I'd never make it, but I'm good at makin' beds

And yeah, you right, she didn't let me fuck, but still she gave me head

I told lil, bro, I don't like to write, but still gon' send her bread

Born a leader, got the recipe, the whole crew gon' get fed

Real street nigga, I got rich just to put it on your head