Story Telling-LG/Dinero

Look look look Everybody think they're hard enough Ball 'em up Throw 'em in the trash can you garbage broh I was giving n***as advice telling them you want in them And you know one when I'm up Early in the morning Who know when I'mma bike through your neighbor hood Knock L G s**ts on the good I'mma cash to sell You cash for no good Catrina back in this to back out the floor Look no hands but paper I can't get you touched Talking this and talking that They full of d**gs No lie my generation f**ked up If you go against the nero boy you f**ked up Sinner drawn in your house boy you out of luck I ain't sue you no more but I'mma I'mma buy a mug It's me who you see through the binoculars Bro come up I know that you're part of us When we hugged you in the kitchen you smiled at us S**t I remember Ah s**t I remember Look I remember I remember the times when I took your gun And have some s**t on mind Uncle Reyes took it out of me and said Are you out of your mind One beefing but I kept it but I indulged it was scheaming Give me a reason I was wisel sprayed Go for police and said my gold C D It was bleeding for no reason Ah I'mma nickel boy Throw you in the body And I find you a Mississippi boy He gone You all are jst run there Run there reitler I called for a minute I'mma sick you when I get there All of you dudes sound stupid to me You wanna be gangsters looking like cupid to me Cupid to me You proofin' to be the obvious the truth is me I wonder what time my proof could be Now I get eyes get ready to news to me And said it sticks the pain you know it's me Ahah it's the bowl wide men I gotta used to be I ain't going nowhere you could get used to me I'mma live wire you cutting the n***as like live wire Did you mind if I spit on the back Like spare tires I remember when the s**t hit the fans Huh step up to the flee He was trying to be a men Trying to be a men Nineteen with the world in my hand With a dollar in my dream And the rest in my brain Started in new August and now the time they spend Just stay out of place n***as breaking in the fence God d*mn Forced my hand no more's for the victim Tell them the cops come and get 'em He was snakes filling venom G gonna get 'em get 'em Blood on my denim denim Everybody wanna play the thugs till you send 'em