Nothing Left
ShooterGang Kony
GENRE
[verse 1]
The streets left me with a heavy heart
I know death around the corner where should i depart
In a group but we was stepping for a separate march
I rather save the bragging shit for when i hit the charts
Get acting yee and get to part
We believe in Glocks you see i’m active when the semis spark
Post traumatic stress that got us clutching when the hemy start
Knowing you can’t rock with us
Hunnid some shots with us
Baby ion want the clout
Show em why i’m popular
Niggas instigating we was known for being soldiers
Real hoes around your oval usеd to send that boy over
It don’t make you a man so i ain’t ask you what you throw up
Usеd to kill for kraun so it ain’t none to get your toe up
You ain’t even want the reasons
We had problems with the dicking
Hemy start to thinking we the only ones that’s beefin
Deyounga was ? so ion really need him
If he ain’t help proceed then why the fuck he in the smitten
[verse 2]
Aye, look, sweater never fold up
Only way imma blow up
I could get her to hoe up
Watch the way i approach her
Kony hotter than sola
Sicker than the ebola
Ain’t safe they gotta control us
They temper with that corona
They won’t listen to it if you talking cheap
I showed em i’m a blood now they can let the reverend preach
Reminiscing about them days i feel i’m getting old
I loved that nigga Q to death i wish he never told
I looked the killers in they eyes they say he never froze
I’m activated with no shit to keep me on my toes
I had to separate from exes we had different goals
I guess she thought that she could win without achieving those
They tryna say we all the same so i wear different clothes
Can’t go wrong with being basic like a pick and row
Someone told me i’m the greatest i believed em
It’s hard to deal with broken hearts just tryna make it even
The rapping come in handy for the cheese that we was cleaning
Them youngins we be feeding they might bite us one late season
Lil Charlie that’s my shooter
He don’t talk but he be speaking
And no i’m really geeking since a youngin i was bleeding
You wasn’t in the beefin
Don’t try to find a reason
Forever in the field and i be playing every season, geeking
The streets left me with a heavy heart
I know death around the corner where should i depart
In a group but we was stepping for a separate march
I rather save the bragging shit for when i hit the charts
Get acting yee and get to part
We believe in Glocks you see i’m active when the semis spark
Post traumatic stress that got us clutching when the hemy start
Knowing you can’t rock with us
Hunnid some shots with us
Baby ion want the clout
Show em why i’m popular
Niggas instigating we was known for being soldiers
Real hoes around your oval usеd to send that boy over
It don’t make you a man so i ain’t ask you what you throw up
Usеd to kill for kraun so it ain’t none to get your toe up
You ain’t even want the reasons
We had problems with the dicking
Hemy start to thinking we the only ones that’s beefin
Deyounga was ? so ion really need him
If he ain’t help proceed then why the fuck he in the smitten
[verse 2]
Aye, look, sweater never fold up
Only way imma blow up
I could get her to hoe up
Watch the way i approach her
Kony hotter than sola
Sicker than the ebola
Ain’t safe they gotta control us
They temper with that corona
They won’t listen to it if you talking cheap
I showed em i’m a blood now they can let the reverend preach
Reminiscing about them days i feel i’m getting old
I loved that nigga Q to death i wish he never told
I looked the killers in they eyes they say he never froze
I’m activated with no shit to keep me on my toes
I had to separate from exes we had different goals
I guess she thought that she could win without achieving those
They tryna say we all the same so i wear different clothes
Can’t go wrong with being basic like a pick and row
Someone told me i’m the greatest i believed em
It’s hard to deal with broken hearts just tryna make it even
The rapping come in handy for the cheese that we was cleaning
Them youngins we be feeding they might bite us one late season
Lil Charlie that’s my shooter
He don’t talk but he be speaking
And no i’m really geeking since a youngin i was bleeding
You wasn’t in the beefin
Don’t try to find a reason
Forever in the field and i be playing every season, geeking
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