Ain’t Working

I ain’t hear from lil shawty they said he 12 now

I don’t know what that be about, so it’s hard for him to make a sell now

They got him all in black and white like slave tv

He grab a pen and paper but he ain’t writing no cd

She grab my dick and started slobberin but she ain’t ld

I pray my nigga dont break the code don’t even tell me

I pray lil fi don’t ever fold like a pocket watch

They killed your dawg go make a status like you gon ride about it

Two years passed they ain’t cut the grass ain’t no one died about it

Lil nigga momma still at home laughing but they ain’t cried about it

Make me wanna go grab a shovel bout it

Thinking bout my dead homies make me wanna go dip up they bodies

These nigga hoes, social media do the most

They gon say we wrong merk that boy over a post

He tweeted a hour ago he died before he even get the tool

I got niggas in the pen I make my bitches send them nudes (even videos too)

Do your time don’t you be no rat nigga

He ain’t no og in the street they call him Stuart Little

Point his finger in the court room took the easy route

But he gon make it hard on a real nigga

We love the streets even though we standing in a warzone

He wasting his time if thinking bout putting a vest on

Imma head shot him and end up behind bars

So we both gon end up with some scars

? took twelve ten four xan bars

7.62 hit his belly but he ain’t dodge

Remember jojo picked me up inna stolen car

He ain’t even gon tell me it’s a stolen car

Young backseat wonder they took him off onna blind

Call me Jonny put the seed in and the percs imma find

Bitch tryna steal my watch wanna get all of my time

He ain’t real and I ain’t deaf but I see all of the signs

Seen niggas bring board I hope they 12

Break down the stick from lil Jermaine and lil marquell

And it hurt me that I barely talk to el

I still love you nigga even if you can’t tell

I ain’t tell x to apologize she did on her own

Said bring memories back to her every time hear my song

Gon think one of my niggas dead everytime I hear my phone

Judge hit em with two life’s he can’t even live that long

I did some dirt with some demons

My cup so dirty might catch a wingworm

40 got a dick but it ain’t gon precum

All a yougin know is red rum

Imma take the percs down like they reported em

Riding with dead faces but we ain’t human trafficking

Shitting on my old ho like a took a laxative

All abut a sack imma fuck around and tackle him

Project baby, three to the bed I used to sleep onna floor (I’m talkin hard tile)

First she call me daddy, but ho you God’s child

But a Mac but this bitch don’t take no hard drive

From the park now he gotta hoop up the pen now that’s a hard drive

He tired of seeing barb wire

He a rat he we still gon hog tie em

Pray we all get burnt by Sidney just like lilani

Do your time don’t you be no rat nigga

Ain’t no og in the street they call him Stuart Little

Point his finger in the court room took the easy route

But he gon make it hard on a real nigga

We love the streets even though we standing in a warzone

He wasting his time if thinking bout putting a vest on

Imma head shot him and end up behind bars

So we both gon end up with some scars