Book a Nigga - prota

Straight up out the gutter had to learn to flutter/

He found his purpose when he lost his rubber/

I lost my brother in a fire fight every since then I bring heat Everytime I get

up on the mic/

Don’t lose sight of what’s important nigga/

You got a path don’t try and force it nigga/

Just reenforce the validation when you speak on you that you enough/

Cause life is hard you gotta show you tougher/

Tussle with them thoughts it’s like a tug a war you sure as hell/

Gon end up getting pulled in a direction over life’s course/

Just make sure it’s yo choice nigga/

I hope you know you gotta voice nigga/

Cause even if my shit hoarse trust boy imma still make sure my story heard/

You tryna smoke you ain’t said shit but a word/

Niggas want smoke bullets coming round that curve like I’m watching wanted/

Boy I’m lil Wayne in 06 show me my opponent/

Every other morning boy I feel different/

Might take an L here and there but shit I’m still winning/

Getting to the age I think I’m bout to start wearing linen/

That’s what the OG’s do/

My homies dying out it ain’t that many left in my crew/

You feel so much until you feel numb/

You either chase your dreams now or get too old and start to feel dumb/

What’s yo decision make it quick nigga/

Cause life is over in a jif nigga/

I animate my whole life this rap a gif nigga

This life a gift nigga/

Don’t come around and start trippin nigga/

Cause round here they might just kill a nigga/

Wish a nigga would then make a wish a nigga/

I can’t sleep till I cross my t’s yeah a real pusha nigga/

It’s getting hard to overlook a nigga/

Better catch these gems before the masses start to book a nigga/

My shoulder still got a chip on it/

I’m still working everyday then speak on life at 3 up in the morning/ in a

moments notice I’m back off the edge/

Feel like my evils tried to make me pledge/

Cause look above me I see plush tops/

Smoking on some shit without the worry of no damn cops/

I’m blasting Roddy ricch the damn box/

On my head then big b’s yeah that Red Sox stepping in them classic rebooks/

And all I see is Tik tocks from life ending/

Cause niggas let them instagram post make em panic/

My nigga caught another damn charge I can’t stand it/

That’s why I try and stand for his other side/

You know the one them news outlets won’t advertise/

You been my nigga since them 2 for dollar Apple pies/

A side of fries boy that’s 5 grams stuffed inside a black and mild/

Them younger days we was going wild/

That’s why I hate the fact you stuck inside that jail cell that’s called yo

mine/

Ay matter fact I need to call Jimmyron, Na matter fact I’m bout to call jamond/

And ask this nigga if I’m fucking up/

You always need an over honest friend that’s gon really tell you what’s up/

Cause to be honest with myself I ain’t really good wit keepin up with nobody/

That’s why a nigga count my blessings cause I know that god right beside me