Aye, CJ Kasino n***a
Gucci gang shit
Aye!
Let me tell ya how this shit came about..
Smoking, choking, joking off in the trap
Told my big bousin I wanted to rap
He told me quit playing boy that shit don't work out
I'm from Fort Worth and I know it ain't easy
But give me a beat and I swear I'ma snap
Put that on Weenie
For I let a n***a play me, mane click clack, I'm airing shit out
He gave me the hustle and told me to stack
I stayed in the yo
I stayed in the trap
My mama beat cancer, then it came back
God took her from me, then he took Whacks
That shit just make a young n***a go harder
Plus I got a daughter, broke. I can't go back
I took ten karats to ice out my mouth
Na, I say cheese like I'm fucking Kodak
But Im still Lil CJ the one with that gap
I still was fucking yo bitch from the back
Free Uncle PJ, he good with that mac
You know that white Texas
You lutch, if you latch
Fuck a homeboy, n***a I got my back
Fuck what you talking
R.I.P Li Ant
[?][?] we draped up in black
With them [?] running through that sack
N***a, Kasino never been a sucker
Can't be a real n***a without no hustle
Can't be too real you ain't survive the struggle
Still on the same block and still got muscle
All three of my brothers is T.D.C
I know my mama watching over me
I can't get too comfortable off in these streets
Shit could fall down any day of the week