willie the kid - ain't nothing lyrics
willie the kid
i’m from detroit, so i represent
for my con creatures we’re a force to be reckoned with
come up shorter than a midget
on his knees, no need, but the forty got extensions
as long as the pigeon talk project
b-tches with the’who hold me locked up in prison.
boy, we even got laid out
who sell dope?
‘babysit out the same hoes.
so the police don’t know when to’
ot on the low key getting paid to fool
plus, she got crazy pool
she know every drug more than a whole retired neighborhood
is touching real chicks, quick and let me know
if it’s straight up, or some stabbed on bullsh-t
my full metal jacket, i’m mr. good rich
let’s get ratchet, but don’t forget the good sense!
so i pull up in the beamer, right?
fresh up my flight on the rainy night.
had the’ on, the sirens
blowing red lights at the night club, is drizzling
welcome back to michigan, she’ll’running up
tap my window, i had my lil brother with me
looking like she crying,
when i roll it down she simply
told me lil j for run away
got screwed up in the club with some n-gg-s
over nothing started buzzing.
f-cking up packs i used to do that
the fool as n-gg-, talking too much
switching up cliques, i mean the figures.
lil n-gg-s pulling out guns,
what you said on the facebook?
proud to be a crook,
where i’m from, sh-t is never fair!
shake to be shook
put a rose on your grave
want some cash on your books
i rather get fly!
count money with a b-tch, she get high
while i sip the remy we’re smoking scotch
i tap my brother like’ talking about your man
lil n-gg-s is got it f-cked up, it’s real, but understand
only take us but one bullet,
weak n-gg-s scared enough to pull it
don’t be some way you probably shouldn’t!
it’s real!
cool lane of the brave
the home of the pretty
ain’t nothing fair when you’re living in the.
the lane of the brave
the home of the greedy
n-gg-, ain’t nothing fair when you’re living in the
you’re living in the, you’re living in the,
ain’t nothing fair when you’re living in the
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