Sg Tip Outro Lyrics
Outro by SG Tip
[Intro]
Ayy y'all ask
Why I say this in a rap, why I say that
I just rap what I see
Tell nothin' but the truth
[Verse]
Nigga can't feel my pain, you'll never see me struggle
Nigga ain't give me shit, I had to use my muscle
On the block 24-7, I'm trappin' in the gutter
Nigga can't front me shit, I got my own hustle
We went on a lick, I split it with my brothers
My circle so tight, you call my shit a bubble
They gave lil Justin thirty, now I gotta take care of his mother
We ain't got the same blood, but that's my fuckin' brother
When I was starvin' I started robbin' for the cash
Tricking niggas with the dummy bricks and the fake bags
12 get behind the hotbox, now it's time to smash
Do the dash through the roadblock with the paper tag
I lost five of my brothers nigga, in the same year
And that shit hurt my heart but I just couldn't shed a tear
I fucked these hoes by the two, I hit 'em then I disappear
I remember eating ramen noodles, now I'm all at Ruth Criss
Only bosses eat steaks, I don't do the paper plates
I buy money counter every time I touch a hundred K
I want to thank my lawyer and the lord for helping me beat this case
Now I'm just waiting on my gun license so I can buy a K
Mean mug on my face, pussy nigga what you say?
It's a Rari, it's a stick up, pussy it's your lucky day
If you make the wrong move I might just blast you in your face
If you make the wrong move I might just blast you in your face, ha
Ayy y'all ask
Why I say this in a rap, why I say that
I just rap what I see
Tell nothin' but the truth
[Verse]
Nigga can't feel my pain, you'll never see me struggle
Nigga ain't give me shit, I had to use my muscle
On the block 24-7, I'm trappin' in the gutter
Nigga can't front me shit, I got my own hustle
We went on a lick, I split it with my brothers
My circle so tight, you call my shit a bubble
They gave lil Justin thirty, now I gotta take care of his mother
We ain't got the same blood, but that's my fuckin' brother
When I was starvin' I started robbin' for the cash
Tricking niggas with the dummy bricks and the fake bags
12 get behind the hotbox, now it's time to smash
Do the dash through the roadblock with the paper tag
I lost five of my brothers nigga, in the same year
And that shit hurt my heart but I just couldn't shed a tear
I fucked these hoes by the two, I hit 'em then I disappear
I remember eating ramen noodles, now I'm all at Ruth Criss
Only bosses eat steaks, I don't do the paper plates
I buy money counter every time I touch a hundred K
I want to thank my lawyer and the lord for helping me beat this case
Now I'm just waiting on my gun license so I can buy a K
Mean mug on my face, pussy nigga what you say?
It's a Rari, it's a stick up, pussy it's your lucky day
If you make the wrong move I might just blast you in your face
If you make the wrong move I might just blast you in your face, ha