I be feelin' like the realest
nigga ever made a song
I don't stress for nothin',
wherever I'm at, where I be long
Put a bad bitch in a cat,
I just pray they get along
We can chase, she know she save ya,
I'm just keepin' sure
We make it home,
make sure LeBron don't make
it grown
Don't trust security
with my niggas' life
No OG in my city live like me,
it's hard to get advice
I'd be tired once I fuck a bitch,
I hardly hit it twice
He grab a stick, I take lil' bro to Dixie Ray,
get his stripes
Know he got earned that,
step in the street, can't turn back
Still don't what I did
when got my kick
and take the spurn back
A man will never compromise his morals,
but I learned that
Gotta stand for something,
so I told him where I'm firm at
Try and duck the feds still,
I'm high off of these meds still
Risked my life for this shit,
I'm still livin', but I bless still
Gave this shit my all,
I felt like I was on a treadmill
Cryin' back my lil' brother to go to trial,
we play still
Too deep in the street,
feel like this beef shit'll never stop
Lord knows that I'ma sell my soul
before I sell his glock
Spendin' then it's pick your man up,
that's what we tell his block
Put a green beam on my glick,
then get a better shot
Make sure me and all my niggas
get back to the babies
I got Gucci print all on my coat
like Alpo in the 80s
How you rap? Then get
mad I got the facts
Niggas crazy, he a raccoon,
that's a rat in a goon
He got ra bies
If I fuck with them,
then I don't fuck with them
It's that simple,
we just sly and johnnies
But there's a body on that rent too
They said, Leafy, quit the drugs,
you ain't addicted, that's mental
And this Glick gon' shoot rapid,
I tap it, that gentle
And we gon' link in traffic,
I ain't beefin' in no DM
We stallin' niggas out for now,
I'ma just fuck his BM
She know I fuck friends,
she scared to put me in her GM
Takin' turns, tellin' homie,
this Percotile and RPM
When I move, I'm with some niggas
that I trust my life with
We ain't testifying
no matter how hard my life get
Bro, a Picto and a Glick,
that shit really a ice pick
I was taking care of niggas
in the jail and on the street
Told my dawg to call for anything,
now he back on his feet
We don't call no niggas gangstas
who be prayin' on the weed
Hottest in my city
and I just be playin' on the beat
Still ain't turn this shit to ten,
ain't make a move without my men
I took A -tach to penance,
mandatory that we win
Hatin' shit should be a sin,
them pills be makin' bitches stin
I see niggas lose they kin
and take another loss again
Bought the whole mob with me,
I ain't never leave my bros
Everybody got weakness,
this shit never be no hoes
They try to hold the door closed,
we still gon' get in
Lord knows Bro, a headhunter,
he don't never hit no torso
If I fuck with them,
then I don't fuck with them
It's that simple, we just sly and johnnies
But there's a body on that rent too
They say, Leafy, quit the drugs,
you ain't addicted
That's mental,
and this Glick gon' shoot rapid
I tap it, that gentle
And we gon' link in traffic,
I ain't beefing in no DM
We stalling niggas out for now,
I'ma just fuck his BM
She know I fuck friends,
she scared to put me in her gym
Takin' turns, tellin' homies it's Percot,
Tylenol, PM
Leaf Ward 
