Paroles: Major League

When one of these ol' p*ssy ass niggas do what y'all saluting
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch ass niggas know they actin' [?]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

On the road, back to back for shows, and, I ain't get a cent off that (At all)
Back to cookin' [?], smell like a brick, I got that scent off that (On God)
Closed doors, ones closest hurtin' your emotions (Huh?)
Thinkin' 'round, they fake supporters and play perfect on the socials (Hmm)
I can't go along to get a long, I'm a big soldier
Killers [?] reincarnated, all [?] know
That other nigga, we are not the same, fall back homie (Bitch)
I am downtown, night war, Baton Rouge, big dawg
E-Wayne, K-Wayne, B-Wayne, gettin' off
Meditate, Sarah Quill, [?], sit call
New buildin', violated
God shipped ten soldiers
I done been up-state with niggas afraid to walk the big yard
Bad karma come to those who cross [?] head
70805, I pull up, hop off, get some street cred'
Lil' one snuck me, he dead
That other nigga, he dead
I'm major league swingin' this bitch, bitch you know how we play it
Copied all my tats, he actin' like he put in work for this
You ain't work the trench, you p*ssy bitch, you rode a bunch of dicks
Heal with that retinol, yeah
Four niggas in folders, yeah
Lord's got a name for it, don't know what to call it yet
Gunner, war mighty, play with it, John Gotti (Yeah)
King Ox hit the fed, cut his dreads, kept it solid (Yeah)
Tell Lil Hank that's my gangster, Jonathan like John [?]
Know if I go back, I could lay back 'cause I know that he got me
[?] in my accountant, [?] money caught us counting
I get [?] his response, it gon' be copied
Pretty bitch, big booty, Texas, she responded
With that dick up on command, meanest shit, call us partners
Pretty [?], I [?] on her cheeks when we at my apartment
[?], I slang that dick and I perform it
We're drug lord [?]
Blood in, I'm gon' make colder, opposite of boring
Really did it from the corner, graduated to a trap spot
You knew 'bout Gates, 2008, you call that bitch the Match Box
Save the [?] scales, I'm moving crack out
[?] Tennessee and you on me, I blew a back out
My partner tellin' me the gang fall out, should back out
My same partner left me in and gone with my bank out
Rappers got around me, my stories, they re-enact out
Real big speaker, you ain't did no time, it just don't add out
Vroom, Urus ride by the [?], I whip the Lambo'
Talked around while p*ssy niggas who indulging with they hand out
[?] syringes, we're militant, it should tan out
First niggas said they stand on nation business, I'm official
Feelin' like Demar Derozan, got looked over, turned me vicious
They salute the fakes, say f*ck the real, I wonder what I did 'em
I got plenty pretty women whom I won't give no commitment
Steppin' on these niggas, fell in love with my new mission
I know music cool, but I know sellin' drugs would get me richer
With the shit of life sinners come with this and I'm convicted
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