First you hit the corner, then you dump the burner Weavin' through the shit like my name was Sojourner I'mma take you on a journey in one direction When I rock shit with my pop shit, pocket rocket in your noggin You be on that opp shit, left me with no option Niggas get the droppin' when it come to my bands You want that real love then you gotta understand There's more to a bond than just flexin' on the gram It's more to that girl than what she wanna hear She might get to fuck my ill or better yet, play the real The Boose is loose, like the truth I'm tellin' you My life is like an edible, take a bite and I will enter you Exit you in a way that's pleasurable, left no residue Just a stain up on my baby but she gave me brain, like Alexa do I'm feelin' intellectual whenever I am next to you Me and Lord Lu C N was hittin' licks, homie That was round the time when niggas switched on me I was jailed up cause a nigga snitched on me I don't trust a soul, now I'm back on my lonely Me and Lord Lu C N was hittin' licks, homie That was round the time when niggas switched on me I was jailed up cause a nigga snitched on me I don't trust a soul, now I'm back on my lonely And I'm back in the hood, these niggas think they know me Hold up bitch, you know how I'm chillin', hella low key How you heard about me? Who talkin' through the grapevines When I find out, I'mma hit 'em with my 9 nine times That's a deadass cat, I'm speakin' deadass facts Stop a rat in his tracks, pull out with the all-black MAC When I'm in the skies, niggas drop like flies My people call me Ny, I got that NY state of mind Man, you just like all those other knuckleheads that be runnin' around here Tryna be somethin' out yourself, by doin' evil shit See, that's why you ain't gon' be shit, nigga! You over here, hittin' licks, talkin' bout fuckin' bitches and hoes and all of that shit That shit ain't gon' matter, nigga We all gon' die You gon' die, I'm gon' die, we all gon' die Ain't gon' make the best time on this earth and you gon' die at the age of 22 Me and Lord Lu C N was hittin' licks, homie That was round the time when niggas switched on me I was jailed up cause a nigga snitched on me I don't trust a soul, now I'm back on my lonely Me and Lord Lu C N was hittin' licks, homie That was round the time when niggas switched on me I was jailed up cause a nigga snitched on me I don't trust a soul, now I'm back on my lonely This call will be recorded and monitored. I have a collect call from Nyyjerya And [?] at County Detention Facility If you would like to accept this and future collect calls You must establish a prepaid account We accept [?] and Mastercard If you would like to set up an account and accept this call, please press 4