Enilak
BFB Da Packman
GENRE
[Intro]
Let's dodge the rain drops
Lunch Crew *sigh*
Certain shit I just gotta get off my chest, man
One way or another
Yeah
[Verse]
Let's start the day
Wake up, pray to God that I don't catch another case
Leave up out the house with my Glock on my waist
Only 24 but got a lot on my plate
But nigga, I ain't starving, you can see it in my weight
I got sum' stashed just for a rainy day
But I get up off my ass cause, this bag, I gotta chase
My niggas say they riding but I'm knowing that they ain't
She said she never leave him but she lying to my face
Sometimes I feel like dying just to fucking get away
I'm up more than ever, dawg I'm having shit my way
But I still ain't happy, you can see it in my facе
Ugh, let me talk my shit
My uncle lovе when a young nigga talk like this
I was broke as hell in Houston, nobody tossed me shit
Came up quick now all these bitches wanna suck my dick
And my brother back and forth to the pen
I keep tryna tell this nigga I got a fucking way to win
He come home, fuck with niggas that disappear when he on his bid
That shit backward as fuck but I just love him for who he is
Before Kenesha died, I looked her in her eyes
She asked for a chance and I just put her to the side
I was afraid that she would fill my head up with some lies
Then bout two weeks later she got killed and I just cried
If I only got coin, I'll split the change with ya
When I go to the top, I'm bringing gang with me
I don't want to outgrow you, want you to change with me
I had to realize, day one niggas, they change quickly
Not Terry Hambrick
Sometimes I feel like bro the only nigga that understand me
I'd rather talk to him before I politic with family
And it's loyalty with us, regular shit, we don't demand it
Is this rap shit gon' pop, I'm completing the mission
Or should I go look for a plug and
Go get me some chicken?
Tired of rap money, it ain't enough for me and my children
Never beef with niggas that you love, just give em some distance
Can't wait til' I pop
I keep the iron on me cause when you winning they gon' plot
I be so confused so I'm praying to Allah
Is my friends really my friends or do they really want my spot?
I'll wear the same shit if we all can't get fly
Remember putting on the sack so we all could get high
Man, it fucked my head up to see my dawg switch sides
And they'll hurt you for a little but they'll kill you for a lot
Man, I stressed my baby mama out her whole pregnancy
But I was super broke with no money, that shit was stressing me
I brought her child support, man I was thinking bout her heavenly
So I strapped my nuts on, stood up and did what's best for me
Now I upgraded from sleeping on the couch to living comfortable
My first son came in this world and I'm in love with him
I apologize to baby mama, I was a stupid fool
Steak and salad plates when we dine, no more Lunchables
[Outro]
Yeah, no ad-libs on this
Keep it straight raw
We hustlers, never forget that
Kehlan, come here, come here baby
Come here
Molly and water, okay?
Say hi, Kehlan
Say Da Da, say Da Da
Say Papa, oh no? You don't want to say it?
Say Papa!
My little dookie-butt baby
It's Gauthier avec le Lunch Crew Compagnie
Let's dodge the rain drops
Lunch Crew *sigh*
Certain shit I just gotta get off my chest, man
One way or another
Yeah
[Verse]
Let's start the day
Wake up, pray to God that I don't catch another case
Leave up out the house with my Glock on my waist
Only 24 but got a lot on my plate
But nigga, I ain't starving, you can see it in my weight
I got sum' stashed just for a rainy day
But I get up off my ass cause, this bag, I gotta chase
My niggas say they riding but I'm knowing that they ain't
She said she never leave him but she lying to my face
Sometimes I feel like dying just to fucking get away
I'm up more than ever, dawg I'm having shit my way
But I still ain't happy, you can see it in my facе
Ugh, let me talk my shit
My uncle lovе when a young nigga talk like this
I was broke as hell in Houston, nobody tossed me shit
Came up quick now all these bitches wanna suck my dick
And my brother back and forth to the pen
I keep tryna tell this nigga I got a fucking way to win
He come home, fuck with niggas that disappear when he on his bid
That shit backward as fuck but I just love him for who he is
Before Kenesha died, I looked her in her eyes
She asked for a chance and I just put her to the side
I was afraid that she would fill my head up with some lies
Then bout two weeks later she got killed and I just cried
If I only got coin, I'll split the change with ya
When I go to the top, I'm bringing gang with me
I don't want to outgrow you, want you to change with me
I had to realize, day one niggas, they change quickly
Not Terry Hambrick
Sometimes I feel like bro the only nigga that understand me
I'd rather talk to him before I politic with family
And it's loyalty with us, regular shit, we don't demand it
Is this rap shit gon' pop, I'm completing the mission
Or should I go look for a plug and
Go get me some chicken?
Tired of rap money, it ain't enough for me and my children
Never beef with niggas that you love, just give em some distance
Can't wait til' I pop
I keep the iron on me cause when you winning they gon' plot
I be so confused so I'm praying to Allah
Is my friends really my friends or do they really want my spot?
I'll wear the same shit if we all can't get fly
Remember putting on the sack so we all could get high
Man, it fucked my head up to see my dawg switch sides
And they'll hurt you for a little but they'll kill you for a lot
Man, I stressed my baby mama out her whole pregnancy
But I was super broke with no money, that shit was stressing me
I brought her child support, man I was thinking bout her heavenly
So I strapped my nuts on, stood up and did what's best for me
Now I upgraded from sleeping on the couch to living comfortable
My first son came in this world and I'm in love with him
I apologize to baby mama, I was a stupid fool
Steak and salad plates when we dine, no more Lunchables
[Outro]
Yeah, no ad-libs on this
Keep it straight raw
We hustlers, never forget that
Kehlan, come here, come here baby
Come here
Molly and water, okay?
Say hi, Kehlan
Say Da Da, say Da Da
Say Papa, oh no? You don't want to say it?
Say Papa!
My little dookie-butt baby
It's Gauthier avec le Lunch Crew Compagnie
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