Ronnie Drake (feat. SZA)

So don't call me a nigga
Unless you call me my nigga
I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice
Don't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriage
It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed
I came to bury you average
You feel slighted, it's like she know that I got it
It feel like it, I real life it
I spill vices, you will like it
I promise it's trill vibing, I'm honest
Nigga ain't no getting money on that conscious shit
I'mma just load my gat on some survival shit
And when I hear they got a drought on it
I take a month out of rap and I hustle till I'm out of it
I got that coke flow, that heat rock
I got that old school, huddle to the beat box
Baby I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot
I'm a beat that till that motherfucking beat drop
I got love for MY NIGGAS, MY KILLERS
MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS
I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN
MY BITCHES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES
I got love for MY NIGGAS, MY KILLERS
MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS
I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN
MY BITCHES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES
They don't kill you 'cause you black today
They only feel you when you pass away
The eulogy be so moving
We live the scenes of those movies
Conflict in school or dope moving
It's so youthful, but if you die today
I hope you find some relief in what a great escape
We still dodging from polices when we make a plate
They line searching in my bucket with the straightest face
It could be 88
Sometimes I wonder why we killers, why they killing us
I think we only were a bro because they grilling us
Or how they feeling us, gotta look really tough
Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff
Came a long way from a boat and an auction
Now we got names and a vote in a coffin
Ain't shit changed but the coast we adopted
Little black children you can call me that nigga, nigga
I got love for MY NIGGAS, MY KILLERS
MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS
I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN
MY BITCHES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES
I got love for MY NIGGAS, MY KILLERS
MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS
I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN
MY BITCHES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES