Reeno Limit - 3Letter Word

(Woedatt)

My gang got this lil one bitch named Jackie she train to blow
If you know the lil bitch then you know that she up the sco
My whip always pistol packed so what we always gripping poles
Rather get caught with it then without it that's just how it go
You ain't never live this life so why you out here rapping false shit
Make way out of this life cause I was out here drinking faucet
If you know bout how we came up
You know we was crashing porches
Never talk bout how you stayed down
Cause niggas would put it on you
I told my niggas stay down
Now we got each other corners
If you ever tried to play round just remember we enforcing
I never got to say I was rapping in dirty hallways
Now i'm taking trips to Philly just rapping bout riding foreigns
And before we had all this fashion we bought DVD's
Use to watch em all on a fat screen and share a BED
Now before I get all the chatting about the BET
They need to make this more about us feel like they ain't seeing me

When you was down remember who was close to you
Cause when you up you'll see new faces just come and approaching you
They ain't see the work and the effort you put up thru
They sending text and messages making ways just to get to you (Rahh-rahh-rahh)
Could be bad or good
I bring my block up and them Glocks up and re route ya hood
Wait till we pop out with them choppas
Might just get like Suge
He don't comprende then send papi or ock from the hood
Them niggas know I would

Miss my partners
This my partners
Ain't no other niggas no
Mixed them dead niggas with grabba even tho niggas don't smoke
Get to blocking like Ibaka
When them shorties up that pole
I hardly know you so I don't know why these niggas dropping W
Its a cycle
I just know that these niggas wanna be known (Yeah-huh)
Just like Michael ima knife you make sure that I send you home
Getting tatted on my back
My Brody face just so I know
Not to ever turn my back on these pussy niggas that low
I know who got my back burning bridges that get you no where
If we locked in just relax
When I get there Ill let you cross it
Then when you up the ranks
All these bitches come with some bull shit
Tryna fit in like they fat and them jeans ain't getting them no where (Uhuh)
I ain't stating you a faker just can't be like me
Waiting around you better just take it just like I DID
I been grinding harder than skaters just ain't no KID
Willing cause i'm potent and patient but ain't no BID

When you was down remember who was close to you
Cause when you up you'll see new faces just come and approaching you
They ain't see the work and the effort you put up thru
They sending text and messages making ways just to get to you (Rahh-rahh-rahh)
Could be bad or good
I bring my block up and them Glocks up and re route ya hood
Wait till we pop out with them choppas
Might just get like Suge
He don't comprende then send papi or ock from the hood
Them niggas know I would

Got my brother in the backseat
And he might be tucking backends
My other lil brother in the passenger got the ratchet
Never focus on the losses cause we always getting past it
When to Bergdorf and we spent about 30 just onna fashion
Don't say RIP we spend the bag and make it back
We working for the green
I got the whole hood on my back
Bitch I'm the MVP
Its times I waited for a come up that's just being me
Bitch I play for the league (Uhuh)

Written by:
Marino Matos

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