Grow

Ghetto Loser - in my feelings

Produced by CrubioBeats

Lyrics:

The love pretend

Snip, snip, snip like scissors
Cut them niggas off
Don’t care if we friends

Gave you this and that 
And chance on chances
Still ain’t ask for shit

Even though I ain’t ask for nothing
Yall still push my buttons
That’s why I still smoke this spliff

My niggas, my niggas
My hittas, my hittas
Tired of your shit 
So it is what it is

Don’t hit my phone
Leave my ass alone 
Cus I said what I said 
And I did what I did 

Hear shots from the ops
Coming from they block
But I still ain’t pressed
Cus they ain’t coming here

G-Way to the G
Been throwing my 3s 
On ABC for a couple of years

My nigga, my nigga
My hittas, my hittas 
Been up on the block
So they know what it is 

Hit for hit
Every song is a banger

Hopped on a nigga feat
Left him hanging 

Fist high in the sky 
Like the Power Rangers
I know we ain’t ask 
But the block really made us 

Went LA, next trip to Topanga
Somehow still work on vacation

Next move is da crib 
Shore Shift been planned
That’s when the neighbors come around 

Like who are you
They know who I am 

Just want the follow for Instagram
So I stick to my shit like I’m spiderman
I won’t stop till I’m richer than Ironman
They like who are you
Who I am

Up and coming artist that’s been on the rise
Unlike IG , nigga I’m not no bot
Calboy hit my phone 
That shit say a lot
A whole year ago
Some shit I forgot 

Like Hey, Hello
I been chillin and getting nothing but this bread 
To the niggas that say that  I won’t 
Still I ain’t get this all on my own
No I ain’t get this all on my own
But I rather myself than to go trust a nigga who ain’t been hunned at all

So called be dangerous 

So called be dangerous

Yall niggas ain’t dangerous

For really
That’s facts no kizzy

For really
Yall know yall niggas do not get busy 

The love pretend

Snip, snip, snip like scissors
Cut them niggas off
Don’t care if we friends

Gave you this and that 
And chance on chances
Still ain’t ask for shit

Even though I ain’t ask for nothing
Yall still push my buttons
That’s why I still smoke this spliff

My niggas, my niggas
My hittas, my hittas
Tired of your shit 
So it is what it is

Don’t hit my phone
Leave my ass alone 
Cus I said what I said 
And I did what I did 

Hear shots from the ops
Coming from they block
But I still ain’t pressed
Cus they ain’t coming here

G-Way to the G
Been throwing my 3s 
On ABC for a couple of years

My nigga, my nigga
My hittas, my hittas 
Been up on the block
So they know what it is 

Like why don’t you get it
Like why don’t you get it
Like why don’t you get it tho 
Thought this shit common sense 
But I guess you don’t listen
Don’t wanna hear shit that I say at all

I will tell you wrong
Cus I’m your mans
Backstabbing a nigga I had no plans
17 tryna figure out who I am 
Is it so hard to get the Louie, get the Gucci, the Fendi, the Prada
More than anything wanna see my bruva
Then I peep these niggas showing they true colors
There go another 

Been so many like where do they come from
Likely been around since the get go 
I just gotta learn when to let go, gotta let go…cause

I can’t get this out of my system
Cause all I’ve ever known is that hood love 

Cause there no one to grant my wishes 
When all I really want is my Jasmine 

Don’t care about love 
Don’t want your trust 
So called be dangerous 
So called be dangerous

Slow Days (feat. LostInLeon)

Lil Jodeci

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