(Verse 1)
I’m a paw to paw bearer
Blue dead man in the pockets of bag leather
Needing to feel unique, the brave and the bold
Needed a code to my last effort
I’m leading the man’s shepherd
Manipulating masses, focused on fake asses
Fake drama and has been’s
Mediocre or have it
Came from selling mucho molta in that abandoned
Loco ni**as be telling to see they family
Po-po using yo homies to do the damage
Everything’s a bit far-fetched to the scene and set
To all my young boys with pride, gambling lives
Put it on your soul and I pray that you win the bet
(Chorus)
The homies don’t talk there’s always the internet
If the homies don’t talk there’s always the internet
To all my young boys with pride, gambling lives
Put it on your soul and I pray that you win the bet
If the homies don’t talk there’s always the internet, yeah yeah
(Verse 2)
Who what said when, aye my dogs at
Tryna get ahead like a bobble or ball cap
Rushing for the sack at the moment the ball snap
I’m in a means trouble verses ghost of the future past
