This is a song about "Coolin with my niggas"

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Third ward general, young cash money

Niggas try to fuck with me

In the caravan with some latin bitches

I'm coolin with my homeys, they know how it is

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

All these niggas on my side said stop with it

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

I'm coolin with my homeys, they know how it is

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

With my niggas in the back

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