Mbappé (feat. Snap Capone) - Stardom

See now you can fuck my bitch, cause nigga i'm the shit I'll salute ya, but yall know who i'm with So try to take my shit ima shoot ya And we all lost a couple this year, so all us here with eachother I'm here with my brothers, in here with my brothers Only each other, only each other Riding round town on that same shit, niggas get changed quick You ain't seen shit I hope you got a blunt of loud, you can't hit my shit I guess im caught in the mix, riding the six Hell yea im on paper still totting the nick I promise I won't switch, You son of a bitch At 16 had a dream, we was gonna get rich We gone wake up, put the pipe on Always been on my own, But I stay strong Ack got me put in my zone, Feeling like I wanna go home But I'm out here I put that bud in my ear, I gotta see a mil one year Squad they fear, Jakes all up in our hair One of us snitch, that's rare And that's on bro, I'll ever never go broke Nigga i'll take your coat, while i froze My little nigga steve got smoked, throwing up 060 Gotta lay low, niggas ain't really your bro Only my niggas, we all some hitters Im in that glory lane, just trying to get richer Im in that glory lane, loud in my system They took my bro L'A, Man I can't even picture They took a fucking savage man, bro was a killer man Bro was going crazy, now shit done got real Fuck this rap shit, I say shit that got real bro Run up and we kill stuff, act up we gon' let it bust And lets get it, all the fu shit I ain't with it Put the Glock to his motherfucking fitted Nigga you with it, try to act like you ain't with it Put the pipe to his mouth like a dentist, on lil steve Bitch im throwing up B's, Nigga that's where I be I'm smoking on tree, Alot of fucking money on me Riding up and down Front Street Lost Pluto, feel so weak Lost a couple niggas in these cold ass streets I lost my brother, so I keep my heat Made me turn up when I see the opps tweet L'A my bro, Rob, Odee, Lil Moe, All these hoes gone go when I claim my gang Niggas never snatched my chain, out here looking for a stain Ain't no lame, ask anybody I ain't changed Niggas switch up for that chain, L's this year there in line Tweak with the guys, then you getting flat lined Take that nine free my guys, my lil bro Nine on his grind OTF my niggas they shine, top from a opp she blow my mind Keep my gun, shit real, say it on my son I'm trying to get rich in a month, for the squad Better put kush in that blunt, pour a four in that crush, i stunt I can't trust any nigga loud around his gun, that mean he ain't real at all Im a ball, lil nigga bout to do it tall, I just wanna live it all I call my bro, do a drill for the squad I go TookaK I blow so let them all know I'm a ride or die for my squad, I'm a ride or die for my squad

We play for keeps The whole hood know me No new niggas, they ain't on the block Making guap trying to feed the team Got a motherfucking dot no circle Big 30 hanging out, no curfew One call, yeah Booka gone murk you Sneak diss, man that's gone hurt you Oh yeah, we taking shit Steady running from the Jakes and shit When we reach the top We could stop doing this basic shit Cause I'll ride or die for my niggas I'll get crucified for my niggas You'll never see a one on one, fuck boy The whole squad gone get you These niggas so phony though They'll act like your homie, though 'Til they see some bands, but it ain't your mans He just bail like Romeo And I'm still by the corner store Fuck all this rapping, bro Might think it's a concert And get beyond hurt cause we clapping, ho Now roll that dope shit On the block we smoking shit And niggas die cause the cops Come quicker than the motherfucking doctor, shit It's one thing I never did And that's love a bitch Cause I'm drilling shit I only love my clique My OG told me to slow down I see an opp then he get blowed down Take him down then smoke his whole pound Ah, they deep, huh? Empty the round Get caught but I won't make a sound But it's dead cause I'm shooting out of town We sell green and white but no brown I'm finna bust a shell right now These niggas ain't really in the field Little Folks going in for the kill Late night trying to creep with the steel Shondale, how that hot shit feel? And I love when I'm off that pill Can't change boy I'm too real They say real niggas don't say they real Well fuck nigga I'm real And if he can't break bread he fake I had one more buck on my plate It was me and bro, we was in the store And both of us got 50 cent cake A bitch can't tell me she late The condoms I use don't break We at the starting point of this race We gone win, nigga I can't wait Rondo'll count with your soul GDK fuck a Brick, get exposed In the hood, strapped up, bunch of poles Jakes snatch me up and you know I can't fold 600, free my nigga, D-Rose All these hoes kind of getting too old I ain't playing no lover games with them lover gangs Niggas get smoked Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad And if he holding on that work he get robbed TEC on my neck, I don't need no bodyguard These niggas be crazy These niggas don't tote These niggas think it's a joke Let me see an opp, I'm a blow See a lot of niggas say I changed Cause Rondo done made a little change I still claim the set I claimed And I ain't going, try to take my chain D-Block, free my nigga M-Thang Steve Drive, that's my campaign And I would never switch, that just don't exist Cuz, that's been on my name Yeah, I'm a shooter bitch Tay 600 up them rugers quick Deadbeat pops, got raised by the block I was trying to make it flip He was probably with his moms He was probably on the porch Since a youngin, bitch I been that nigga I was blowing the torch You know how I rock, nigga They know how I rock, nigga Cdai got 22 shots, nigga Add 8 more, that's a mop, nigga Niggas do all that talk My niggas don't come from that code Rock a opp, they could take that loss 600, bitch, Rondo the boss

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