Morino
Aye, CJ Kasino nigga
Gucci gang shit (this is the Times Beats)
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 know it)
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 nigga 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 (yo)
I stayed in the trap (trap)
My mama beat cancer, then it came back (damn)
God took her from me, then he took Whacks
That shit just make a young nigga go harder
Plus, I got a daughter, broke. I can't go back (no)
I took ten karats to ice out my mouth (man)
Na, I say cheese like I'm fucking Kodak
But I'm 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, nigga I got my back
Fuck what you talking
R.I.P. Li Ant
We draped up in black
With them running through that sack
Nigga, Kasino never been a sucker
Can't be a real nigga 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