We still poppin' out on niggas like we getting brother [?]
We still selling drugs and ducking undies like shit and hell and back
I'm a janitor, I keep a mop I'm steady cutting grams
She keep throwing ass for cash, I told her baby imma pass
I don't do no back and forth with em'
She see bunch of drug dealers
Niggas know we cold hearted
They like ain't no love with em'
Got one, two, three, four, five niggas in the feds with cuffs on em'
Got 223's up in the cut yeah I could start a royal rumble
Put my trust in certain nigga in the set said they wouldn't fumble
'Member sleeping in the tunnel I got money different hussel
Came from mud I stepped on puddles
They don't know about the gutter
I won't see them niggas slide, won't say a word that's on my mama, yeah
And I got some knowledge, yeah but I ain't go to college yeah
Go about my money I can't worry 'bout no politics
Oh you think you on one but my shooters on some other shit
Chicken with some noodles I was really living treacherous
[Chourus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah living treacherous
Roll 'round with me die but ain't apart of it
Ain't apart of it
Just watch out for your close one and your enemies
Please don't try my soldiers boy
Too many guns like kid toys
In the trap no [?]
I don't do no mi amors
I was down so bad, I had to try and go to pray the lord
And now we creepin'
We sober tryna' hit a lick
![Rosalvo - Chosen One [Prod by KMPROD]](https://img.youlistener.com/upl2/public/664/0b2/8ee/eBVKJucqkm0.jpg)
Comments