Separate Myself Intro lyrics

[Intro]
How you leave your mans dead for a broke b*tch?
Most of these rap n*ggas on some hoe sh*t
How you leave your mans dead for a broke b*tch?
Most of these rap n*ggas on some ho sh*t
How going to school gone teach more sh*t
And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh*t?
Most of these rap n*ggas on some ho sh*t
How going to school gone teach more sh*t (Had to separate myself from these f*ckn*ggas man)
And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh*t? (LA talk to em bro)

[Interlude]
L'A Capone speaking, man
Team 600. n*ggas know how I'm coming, man
You know, I just gotta separate myself man...from all this fufu sh*t
It's a lot of fufu sh*t going on round here, kid. You hear me?

[Verse 1]
How you leave your mans dead for a broke b*tch?
Most of these rap n*ggas on some hoe sh*t
How going to school gone teach more sh*t
And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh*t?
I guess I'm just stuck on that street sh*t
n*ggas mad cause we ball on that Heat sh*t
And everyday, I pop out on some flee sh*t
I love designer, that's me, sh*t
How you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em?
Why you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em?
Pillow-talking, we gotta expose him
If he got them oz., then we poke him
L'A too real, you can't clone him!
You ain't talking no bands, then don't phone him
Two-tone chrome under the True shirt
Try to go on a date and get your boo hurt
I don't like no dramatic b*tch
So I just separate myself from sh*t
If you post up, I hope you brought your kit
Cause I'm wounding cats when that chopper spit
Lil Dee in the trap, pop out, Glock out
He'll kill 'em, I ain't lying, heard it from the horse mouth
Can't walk through the Six, you a Brick, another route
Hit a stain for the sh*t, made it flip, another house
Young n*gga hood, but I'm trying to make it out
Meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout
Riding through the hood, we let 30s hang out
And if he ain't Double-O then he can't hang out (6 double O)
f*ck talking tough, n*gga we can bang out
It was raining out when my mom put me out (that's f*cked up)
But I don't understand what the net beef 'bout
It's a drill in your hood so nobody hang out (pow pow)
I ain't never heard 'bout a top-notch b*tch
Some raw little chick who ain't did no di*k
So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist
Got a whole lot of sh*t, nothing for a b*tch
My name hold weight so n*ggas wanna kick
Call up the lean man, need another six (lean)
Get another stain then do another hit
Slide on the O, get a yop, now I'm lit
[Interlude]
Hahah, I be high as f*ck man, that sh*t crazy
n*ggas know how I'm comin'
Squad sqaud squad haha

[Verse 2]
We don't tolerate b*tch-ness (nah)
Sneak diss bad for your fitness
Better get this, hit your block up, leave no witness
25 shots, that's Christmas (merry Christmas)
Got a handful of n*ggas on hitlists
I made this here for the b*tches
And the snitches, and the lames
Brick n*gga, stay in your lane
Only so long 'fore a n*gga get changed
All the opps wanna put dirt on my name
I'm a still be the same (you n*ggas know how I rock)
You can keep the change
Ain't too many young n*ggas in the game
n*ggas say they ain't never been a motherf*cking lame (I know you n*ggas)
I watched these n*ggas get b*tched by the gang
It's levels to this sh*t, man

[Outro]
6-O, haha bang, yeah man, squad man
Free D-rose, squad squad
Numbanine warrup bro?
Free all them n*ggas man
Cdai warrup bro?
Squad squad, Free Lil-Dee
Let's get it, squad, let's get it