Drae B Rich - Untitled

Wipe the ash off my shirt how dat blunt hittn
Kaught'em lackn at the light then we dumped innit
All these nikkas, see they lame kuhz they funds endn
We are not the same
Speak on my name
Get yo soul lifted

Wipe the ash off my shirt how dat blunt hittn
Kaught'em lackn at the light then we dumped innit
All these nikkas, see they lame kuhz they funds endn
We are not the same
Speak on my name
Get yo soul lifted

5 fingers off my chest , all extremities
Flying at you frm the neck how we sending these
Them youngn's do it for a check
Them festivities
They dribble like they Irving wit dat Erving killn 6 a piece
Death they wishin me
Sometimes it get to me
You was kin to me
Now it's killn me
How I shouldn't be
Up in memory
Hawkin nikkas down like I'm Vince wit da 4 knick
Looking at you lying in my eye
You a bold bitch
Saying you ain't sucking
You ain't fucking onna whole clique
That's sum cold shit
Yea that's sum cold shit

Wipe the ash off my shirt how dat blunt hittn
Kaught'em lackn at the light then we dumped innit
All these nikkas, see they lame kuhz they funds endn
We are not the same
Speak on my name
Get yo soul lifted

Wipe the ash off my shirt how dat blunt hittn
Kaught'em lackn at the light then we dumped innit
All these nikkas, see they lame kuhz they funds endn
We are not the same
Speak on my name
Get yo soul lifted

Written by:
Shondrae Harvey

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