MajinBlxxdy - Blxxdy Since Birth
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{verse} (majinblxxdy & rxk nephew)
Sippin drank while i'm drivin, fucked 'round spilled it on my shirt
Spend my life on the mic, i swear this a gift and a curse
I come from the fuckin bottom, from the mud, bitch the dirt
Always been an evil nigga, baby, i been bloody since birth
Don't hype 'yo mans up, just to get him posted up on a shirt
Know some niggas don't like me, but stalk my page, they love to lurk
(?...) from the first to the first
Hopin' things get better one day, 'cause my life been gettin' worse
Know some niggas turned they back on me, i can't lie that shit hurt
And everytime i think about it, go right back to poppin' percs
They had a hit out on my life don't judge if i charge you for the verse
I go through shit just like you, that's why i'm workin' wit' the work
Bitch, i can't give up
That hoe suck my dick to the point she gettin' hiccups
I'm tryna catch a hat but the opps always keep they wig tucked
I clock you in, why the fuck this nigga put his fist up?
Should i hit the trap or hit his bitch to get my dick sucked?
{verse 2} (rxk nephew)
When i'm runnin' wit' the sack, bitch i'm gettin' gone
I'm not boutta pick it up 'cause i'm not talkin' on no phone
You ain't shoppin, don't come in
Slid him in, so let him in
I'm not tryna fuck yo' friend, i'm just tryna serve her gram
Talkin 'bout i'm number one
I ain't in the back, i'm in the front, wit' the strap!
Walked down, ain't goin' back
She like, "neph i love yo' tats."
Then she fucked the whole hood
I tell 'em all to pay me back
She actin' lazy like she don't wanna suck no dick
He broke as hell actin' like he don't wanna hit no lick
Everyday i get up, bitch, i get fresh as shit!
I wanted them bloomingdale's, they caught a shoe sale
Bro caught a crack sale, now he in that jail cell
Don't fuck with credit boys, them niggas tattletale
I died came back to life, they said i'm goin' back to hell
Last month i made sixty-five thousand
I'm feelin like i'm broke, my conscience telling me i'm wildin'
I paid the whole gang, i'm feelin' like the godfather
I'm too torn 'bout the problems, nigga i'm the hood doctor
(?...) bitch
Nigga dealing with hood problems
My nigga served out, i'm hoping that my nigga hood got it
Been locked up, leaning on that his nigga neph got it
I told the waiter "bring the tab to me." 'cause bitch that's neph problem!
{verse} (majinblxxdy & rxk nephew)
Sippin drank while i'm drivin, fucked 'round spilled it on my shirt
Spend my life on the mic, i swear this a gift and a curse
I come from the fuckin bottom, from the mud, bitch the dirt
Always been an evil nigga, baby, i been bloody since birth
Don't hype 'yo mans up, just to get him posted up on a shirt
Know some niggas don't like me, but stalk my page, they love to lurk
(?...) from the first to the first
Hopin' things get better one day, 'cause my life been gettin' worse
Know some niggas turned they back on me, i can't lie that shit hurt
And everytime i think about it, go right back to poppin' percs
They had a hit out on my life don't judge if i charge you for the verse
I go through shit just like you, that's why i'm workin' wit' the work
Bitch, i can't give up
That hoe suck my dick to the point she gettin' hiccups
I'm tryna catch a hat but the opps always keep they wig tucked
I clock you in, why the fuck this nigga put his fist up?
Should i hit the trap or hit his bitch to get my dick sucked?
{verse 2} (rxk nephew)
When i'm runnin' wit' the sack, bitch i'm gettin' gone
I'm not boutta pick it up 'cause i'm not talkin' on no phone
You ain't shoppin, don't come in
Slid him in, so let him in
I'm not tryna fuck yo' friend, i'm just tryna serve her gram
Talkin 'bout i'm number one
I ain't in the back, i'm in the front, wit' the strap!
Walked down, ain't goin' back
She like, "neph i love yo' tats."
Then she fucked the whole hood
I tell 'em all to pay me back
She actin' lazy like she don't wanna suck no dick
He broke as hell actin' like he don't wanna hit no lick
Everyday i get up, bitch, i get fresh as shit!
I wanted them bloomingdale's, they caught a shoe sale
Bro caught a crack sale, now he in that jail cell
Don't fuck with credit boys, them niggas tattletale
I died came back to life, they said i'm goin' back to hell
Last month i made sixty-five thousand
I'm feelin like i'm broke, my conscience telling me i'm wildin'
I paid the whole gang, i'm feelin' like the godfather
I'm too torn 'bout the problems, nigga i'm the hood doctor
(?...) bitch
Nigga dealing with hood problems
My nigga served out, i'm hoping that my nigga hood got it
Been locked up, leaning on that his nigga neph got it
I told the waiter "bring the tab to me." 'cause bitch that's neph problem!
