Cook Fee - Frio

Big bucks
Only come around for the pick-ups
They was all gang now they cliqued up
Hoping my niggas don’t switch up
Yo bitches only come around for the dick suck
Walk a mile in my shoes need a big strut
If the law come around keep ya lip shut
If my dog bitch up then he Vick pup
Skate back to the hood for a Rich cut
I’m clean but I came from the dirty
Whole family was raised in the dirty
My boy lost his ways in the dirty
My mama made minimum wage in the dirty
But I’m here to take care her worries
I’m outside just running the block
I’m 'posed to be taping her stories
That ain’t nothing but the days of our lives
I remember spending days with my guys
My homie told me shit can change if I tries
And he put that shit on Dave no haha’s
What we seeing ain’t the same up in my eyes
I can still see the pain from the drive-bys
I can still see the rain through the dry skies
I can still see the gang giving high fives
On my side
(Southside, Southside)
Ain’t no remorse for these niggas
I was focused on mills but now It’s on meals I’m talking full course for these niggas
No weight on yo name
What set did you claim
The fuck is endorsing these niggas
I hang with lions, tigers, bears
But today I
Pull out the horse on these niggas
That’s the Porsche on these niggas
I need a reliable source from these niggas
The balling they claim might be sports to these niggas
I distanced myself from all sorts of these niggas
How did the rap game resort to these niggas
I don’t need no type of support from these niggas
I grew up shooting hoops on the courts with the killers
Case you in cahoots how I’m sourced with some hittas
Roll with the winners
If you not the guys I can’t roll with ya gender
F.O.E. the agenda
Only the members
Head hot like summer heart cold as December
Drink with the angels and smoke with the sinners
Cuz I been through heaven and hell back
Them niggas was frontin' I fell back
I’m Martin now go run and tell that
Run tell that

Written by:
Joseph Fefee

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