Ain't got a lotta play in me,. No I don't see, eye to eye with nobody. Done lost to much, to come up. No I don't fucks with nobody. I done lost my Pops, lost my Son and my unborn grandchild. So who's left, my Mom, and Grandma. 97 still going strong. A only Bratt, I kept a gat.That little fella, call me Romelo. Fresh Js' all on my feet. Kids today say Pops on Fleek. Born in Flint, fuck around in the D. Been in the streets since I think about 3. Spit game, cause I'm an OG, I grew up in OCT. Ain't gotta lotta play in me, No I don't see, eye to eye with nobody. Done lost to much, came back up. No I don't listen to nobody. I keep it real, and concealed, So keep it moving for I catch a body. I don't speak, these choppas spit, hit your ass in yo spine and hip. I'm 19 in Dallas with these niggas, we be wild, squeezing triggers. Pull up on yo bitch in a foreign, like it ain't shit. We don't talk on phones, walk alone, and we don't snitch. Do yo dirt out on yo own, dats what make you to legit. Clean yo paper, we change phones, I fuck her like it ain't shit. I'm too turnt up from all that blow I really don't under-stand no ! I've kept it 100, 0 tolerance for that cap shit. Beem on yo fitted cap, will have you flipping backwards bitch. Ain't gotta lotta play in me! No I can't see, eye to eye with no raggedy bitch. low moral, don't clean for shit. But she keep it clean you trick. Use her for da trap, bringing paper. We got Domino's. Cheapest on the block, keep it cocked, for these armatures. Now you see me flexing, down in TX. see we making moves. Hard to keep it soft, they want that hard in my neighborhood. That dude ain't bout that life, don't piss me off, or you gone find out. Ain't got a lot of play in me, yellow tape, and white chalk.