Yeah, 26 years and I ain't got a baby mama
Yeah
[Chorus: 070 Phi and Petey]
I was just down bad on Congress
Before I met Nas, and I locked it
Now I ain't really beat, I'm in my zone
Still at the studio, I treat it like my home
My young nigga only pull his grip out if he got you
I don't fuck with these fake niggas, they imposters
Thank God my bitch ain't pregnant, she just left the doctors
Only hit it raw if I love her, now I got trauma
Woah, woah, woah
I'm just tryna make a million from a fuckin' dollar
Learnt on my own, I ain't never had no Papa
Sent a text, at 4am, I might pop up
Er'ybody eatin', nigga this ain't [?]
[Verse 1: Petey]
Fuck a doctor, I can be who I wanna be
They killed another homie, now we screamin' R.I.P
Fuck with me, I'm tryna make a lead
Fuck with me, this shit was just a dream
[Verse 2: 070 Phi]
26 years and I ain't got no baby mama
But when I do, I'll be a better man than my father
Thank God my bitch ain't pregnant, she just left the doctors
So if you sent the text out at 4am, I might pop up
Roddy Rich, perfect time, I was workin' late, girl I got ya
Won't shoot the club up, but I'll come and wet the block up
Have you singin' songs, might turn this bitch to an opera
But I can't hit it raw, I can't fuck around, I got trauma
I risked my life for the family, I'm tryna put 'em on the map
Show 'em the world
Stuck on the block and you know that could make it harder to adapt
Yeah, that's for real
But if we stay focused and never play bogus
And live like an outlaw in the trap
Yeah, I was out servin' niggas packs
Just know the circle struggle where you at
Brodie, I know you want an ap or Rollie
A Patek with two-tone and it's frozen
You should go run it up with your homie
Double-back and come back with a motive
No excuses, I'm workin' and focused
That's forever, ain't no movin' bogus
Double-back and come back with a motive
Yeah
[Chorus: 070 Phi and Petey]
I was just down bad on Congress
Where was you at when we had the lock-in?
Now I ain't really beat, I'm in my zone
Still at the studio, now we got it at home
Woah, woah, woah
I'm just tryna make a million from a fuckin' dollar
Learnt on my own, I ain't never had no Papa
Sent a text, at 4am, I might pop up
Er'ybody eatin', nigga this ain't [?]
[Outro: 70 Phi]
She gon' pop up, fuck with me when I need company
When everybody sleepin', I ain't livin' comfortably
They sprayed [?]
I'm screamin' R.I.P
Fuck with me, I'm 'bout to take the lead
Yeah, yeah
[Intro: 70 Phi] Yeah, 26 years and I ain't got a baby mama Yeah [Chorus: 070 Phi and Petey] I was just down bad on Congress Before I met Nas, and I locked it Now I ain't really beat, I'm in my zone Still at the studio, I treat it like my home My young nigga only pull his grip out if he got you I don't fuck with these fake niggas, they imposters Thank God my bitch ain't pregnant, she just left the doctors Only hit it raw if I love her, now I got trauma Woah, woah, woah I'm just tryna make a million from a fuckin' dollar Learnt on my own, I ain't never had no Papa Sent a text, at 4am, I might pop up Er'ybody eatin', nigga this ain't [?] [Verse 1: Petey] Fuck a doctor, I can be who I wanna be They killed another homie, now we screamin' R.I.P Fuck with me, I'm tryna make a lead Fuck with me, this shit was just a dream [Verse 2: 070 Phi] 26 years and I ain't got no baby mama But when I do, I'll be a better man than my father Thank God my bitch ain't pregnant, she just left the doctors So if you sent the text out at 4am, I might pop up Roddy Rich, perfect time, I was workin' late, girl I got ya Won't shoot the club up, but I'll come and wet the block up Have you singin' songs, might turn this bitch to an opera But I can't hit it raw, I can't fuck around, I got trauma I risked my life for the family, I'm tryna put 'em on the map Show 'em the world Stuck on the block and you know that could make it harder to adapt Yeah, that's for real But if we stay focused and never play bogus And live like an outlaw in the trap Yeah, I was out servin' niggas packs Just know the circle struggle where you at Brodie, I know you want an ap or Rollie A Patek with two-tone and it's frozen You should go run it up with your homie Double-back and come back with a motive No excuses, I'm workin' and focused That's forever, ain't no movin' bogus Double-back and come back with a motive Yeah [Chorus: 070 Phi and Petey] I was just down bad on Congress Where was you at when we had the lock-in? Now I ain't really beat, I'm in my zone Still at the studio, now we got it at home Woah, woah, woah I'm just tryna make a million from a fuckin' dollar Learnt on my own, I ain't never had no Papa Sent a text, at 4am, I might pop up Er'ybody eatin', nigga this ain't [?] [Outro: 70 Phi] She gon' pop up, fuck with me when I need company When everybody sleepin', I ain't livin' comfortably They sprayed [?] I'm screamin' R.I.P Fuck with me, I'm 'bout to take the lead Yeah, yeah Explain Request ×
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