Correction Lyrics Intro by Mustard

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Lyrics

It’s Lil Snupe, nigga!
I’m the motherfucking freestyle king
Mustard on the beat, ho (Let's go!)
Finna go'n and rip this bitch up
Free my nigga, C4
Yeah, look, look, look, look

Check it, I said, I only got a few homies hatin'
‘Cause it seems like all of you other niggas is changing (Damn!)
I’m steady smoking blunts–that’s how I be maintaining
Stay the same, bitch, I’m going out same way I came in (C'mon!)
And ever since I got money people say I’m actin' funny
But nobody was here when I ain’t had none in my stomach
I only break bread with the ones who keep it a hundred
I fuck with you, I’m stuck with you, nigga
That’s how I’m comin' (Damn!)
I’m from a small city where niggas never achieve
But now, when they see me, I make everybody believe
I'm supposed to be chosen,, I’m thanking God that I’m free
Living crazy, know my granny steady looking over me (C'mon!)
But I gotta get it, I’m going hard in these streets
Every night, studio session, killing all of these beats
Body tired; some nights, I don’t even go to sleep
But I can’t go to sleep, my whole squad gotta eat (Damn!)
Wake up, I’m blessed, straight kush, no stress
Thanking God for my success, my bitches say I’m the best (Yup!)
I’m Charlie Brown in the flesh (Yup!)
Could give a fuck bout the rest (Yup!)
Been chasing after my dream (Yup!)
I’m running into a check (C'mon!)
I’m killing all of my features, music is through the speakers
I do this shit for Denisha, swear to God that I’m ether
I’m in it and I ain't legal, niggas: they better watch it
Bitch, I’m the hottest topic, I put that shit on my mama (C'mon!)
I'm hot, just call me "lava," sick, I need a doctor (Yeah!)
Nigga, we get it popping (Yeah!)
We shooting shit like a rocket (Yeah!)
Fuck around, grab the chopper, 2-2-3 heart stopper (Yeah!)
Shells, they steady dropping
Fuck everybody who watching (Let's go!)
The boogeyman in your closet, turn his ass into a sausage
Cased up like a stocking, nigga, it ain’t stopping
For real, nigga, you’d better chill, nigga
Fuck the deal nigga, we’ll run up in your crib, nigga!
That’s what it is, nigga! We roaming
Run up in your crib, we in that bitch til the morning
Put the guns in yo face, we want yo belongings
I got them dogs with me and all them niggas foaming
Got your bitch with you, yeah, you won’t die lonely
Shoot you in your rib while I’m invading your crib
Saying "Give me this, give me that,, need this, need that"
Seen it on the news the next morning
Wasn't no feedback (C'mon!)
Jump on to my features, I be where the cheese at (C'mon!)
Getting high as the fuck, I’m asking, "Where the weed at?"
Dreamchasers over here
Nigga, we steady getting paper over here
Going major over here (C'mon!)
Shout out that nigga Mustard for the fucking beat
I’m finna kill it, these niggas know that it’s for the streets (C'mon!)
A young nigga, I kill it, boy, I be dropping heat
I do this shit for my niggas locked up and deceased, nigga!

Free my nigga, C4
Hanh?

These niggas already know that
I used to be broke but I'll be damned if I go back
I said, I’m on right now
I’m fuckin bitches who be grown right now
I'm steady smoking on that fucking strong right now
And my kush smelling straight like cologne right now, nigga

You niggas can’t fuck with me, nigga!
What's up?!
Catch up!
BOW!

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