Lil Poppa - Back On Evergreen

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Feel like I’m back on Evergreen
Got junkies knocking at my front door asking where the clean
I come outside it smell like guns smoke another murder scene
Two niggas with me two chopped a piece for the niggas wanna murder me
What the fuck you niggas mean
Burn they block up third degree
That nigga lying if he saying he ain’t heard of me
If I say go no surgery half of them niggas dead for what they said and they
deserve to be
And I can’t trust a soul lord forgive me I got that led all in the church with
me
I don’t need nobody to do dirt for me ain’t none of them niggas put in work for
me
Don’t mention my name in none of that shit
No I ain’t playing no games when it come to that shit
Got the bag now I can’t fumble that shit
I got them mad now cause I’m a humble lil bitch
You went to Famu I went to Fam too
Think I played snare I got the drum on the stick
Don’t play fair I play dumb on a bitch
Soon as we done I tell her get prepared she say «say you swear»
I go numb on her uhh uhh can’t put my tongue on her
Aye this my money don’t put your thumbs on it
Zaza go in my lungs only
Aye fifty’s go in them guns only to blickys equal one hundred
Feel like I’m back on Evergreen
Got junkies knocking at my front door asking where the clean
I come outside it smell like guns smoke another murder scene
Two niggas with me two chopped a piece for the niggas wanna murder me
What the fuck you niggas mean
Soon as I hit the scene line wrapped around the front yard like Krispy Kreme
Pocket full of them crispy things
Why dude come run that shit on me like I ain’t peeped the game
I don’t even want that shit on me he think I missed the chain
I told brodie don’t miss the brain when I get that trophy tell em kissed the
ring
He don’t know what gun they shot him with but I bet that nigga ain’t miss the
flame
I don’t want him I’m onto bigger things nuts crossed on me it’s a dirty game
Got niggas still in them trap spots trying to hit jackpot pushing Eddie Kane
Lil one call this bitch Alicia Keys don’t make em make that choppa sing
He died when I was on tour I don’t know that boy I don’t want no problems mane
Don’t let this shit be bout no dollars mane
Where the fuck you was before dollars came?
He tried to talk to God but it was too late nigga must’ve prayed to Charlamagne
Feel like I’m back on Evergreen
Got junkies knocking at my front door asking where the clean
I come outside it smell like guns smoke another murder scene
Two niggas with me two chopped a piece for the niggas wanna murder me
What the fuck you niggas mean