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[Verse 1: Lil Mo]
Killa city where niggas still gang bang
And the kid'll spill your brains for some small change
Niggas hustle all night in the cold rain
Lil babies gettin' shot, this shits a cold game
KC a jungle, but I love where I live
All the shit I been through, is why I'm real as I'm is
Really fuccin' up suckas and duccin' the pen
I just hope the Lord forgive me for all the shit that I did
He took a nigga life right in front of his kid
Its hard not to kill when you're killin' to live
His mama on dope, ain't shit in the fridge
Daddy ain't there, he locked up for an M
Its really real and the shit won't stop
I'll be an old man wit my grandkids reppin' the blocc
Its really real and the shit won't stop
I'll be an old man wit my grandkids reppin' the blocc
[Chorus: Lil Mo]
We the niggas really out here doin shit
Niggas say they wit the shit, but we ain't seen 'em since
Old common niggas, need to use some commonsense
I like the kind that fold, you can keep the cents
Told him pull up on me, cuz I need a bricc
Get a pound but he gave his ass the whole clip
The game don't love nothing, cuz this shit sicc
That's why I ride around town wit this fo' fiff'
[Verse 2: Rondoe]
Rattin' aye is at an all time high
Jealous ass niggas, stay up outta mine
Off that Rosé, I don't fucc wit Sean John
Dipped in this Polo, I don't fucc wit Sean John
Ain't no love in this motherfuccin' game
Hoe ass niggas, throw dirt all on your name
Tryin to show love but showin' love'll get you killed
Ridin' them suckas it can get you an L
And when I say L, I mean put under the jail
It's fucc'd up, probably gonna die in there
Watch these snakes bra, they really on the move
You the type that broke in niggas houses to steal shoes
I was out there wit a pacc, nigga servin' your mom'n'them
Had to slow down this shit don't love ya forreal
What if I stop, would they still love a nigga still
I was young, Mac Dre'd out, gone off pills
[Chorus: Lil Mo]
We the niggas really out here doin shit
Niggas say they wit the shit, but we ain't seen 'em since
Old common niggas, need to use some commonsense
I like the kind that fold, you can keep the cents
Told him pull up on me, cuz I need a bricc
Get a pound but he gave his ass the whole clip
The game don't love nothing, cuz this shit sicc
That's why I ride around town wit this fo' fiff'
We the niggas really out here doin shit
Niggas say they wit the shit, but we ain't seen 'em since
Old common niggas, need to use some commonsense
I like the kind that fold, you can keep the cents
Told him pull up on me, cuz I need a bricc
Get a pound but he gave his ass the whole clip
The game don't love nothing, cuz this shit sicc
That's why I ride around town wit this fo' fiff'
Aint Nobody Pt. 2 was written by Lil Mo (The Paper Pro) & Rondoe.
Rondoe released Aint Nobody Pt. 2 on Thu Apr 21 2016.