BFB Da Packman - Enilak lyrics

Let's dodge the rain drops lunch Crew sigh
Certain shit I just gotta get off my chest
Man one way or another
Yeah

Let's start the day wake up
Pray to God that I don't catch another case
Leave up out the house with
My Glock on my waist
Only 24 but got a lot on my plate
But nigga, I ain't starving
You can see it in my weight
I got sum' stashed just for a rainy day
But I get up off my ass cause, this bag
I gotta chase my niggas say they riding but
I'm knowing that they ain't
She said she never leave him but
She lying to my face
Sometimes I feel like dying just
To fucking get away i'm up more than ever
Dawg I'm having shit my way
But I still ain't happy
You can see it in my facе
Ugh, let me talk my shit
My uncle lovе when a young
Nigga talk like this
I was broke as hell in Houston
Nobody tossed me shit
Came up quick now all these
Bitches wanna suck my dick
And my brother back and forth to the pen
I keep tryna tell this nigga I
Got a fucking way to win he come home
Fuck with niggas that disappear when
He on his bid
That shit backward as fuck but I just
Love him for who he is
Before Kenesha died, I looked her in her eyes
She asked for a chance and I
Just put her to the side
I was afraid that she would fill
My head up with some lies
Then bout two weeks later she got
Killed and I just cried if I only got coin
I'll split the change with ya
When I go to the top
I'm bringing gang with me
I don't want to outgrow you
Want you to change with me
I had to realize, day one niggas
They change quickly not Terry Hambrick
Sometimes I feel like bro the
Only nigga that understand me
I'd rather talk to him before
I politic with family
And it's loyalty with us, regular shit
We don't demand it
Is this rap shit gon' pop
I'm completing the mission
Or should I go look for a plug and
Go get me some chicken? Tired of rap money
It ain't enough for me and my children
Never beef with niggas that you love
Just give em some distance
Can't wait til' I pop
I keep the iron on me cause
When you winning they gon' plot
I be so confused so I'm praying to Allah
Is my friends really my friends or
Do they really want my spot?
I'll wear the same shit if
We all can't get fly
Remember putting on the sack so
We all could get high
Man, it fucked my head up to
See my dawg switch sides
And they'll hurt you for a little but
They'll kill you for a lot
Man, I stressed my baby mama
Out her whole pregnancy
But I was super broke with no money
That shit was stressing me
I brought her child support
Man I was thinking bout her heavenly
So I strapped my nuts on
Stood up and did what's best for me
Now I upgraded from sleeping on
The couch to living comfortable
My first son came in this world
And I'm in love with him
I apologize to baby mama, I was a stupid fool
Steak and salad plates when we dine
No more Lunchables

Yeah, no ad-libs on this
Keep it straight raw
We hustlers, never forget that
Kehlan, come here, come here baby come here
Molly and water, okay? Say hi, Kehlan
Say Da Da, say Da Da
Say Papa, oh no? You don't want to say it?
Say Papa! My little dookie-butt baby
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