Neff Told Me

I gotchu
Can't forget what Neff told me
Neff told me get a bag
Neff told me fuck a slow roll gotta get it fast
Neff told me take that shit home put it in the stash
Neff showed me you wanna turn up you gotta take a chance
Seem like the good die young niggas living fast
And Neff told me niggas always hatin gotta keep a mag
An bro kept it real with me he only told a nigga facts
He the motivation behind this he told a nigga rap
And we was both tired of being broke we had enough of that
He took a trip that got him hip to where to they payin double that
Bro a shoot out for them bands and he a bring a couple back
He say that's where it's at he can't keep running there and running back
I gotta switch it up lil bro it's time to make a change
Its time to get rich lil bro we can't stay the same
He finna make it happen yeah he say he finna pave the way
I knew he was a nigga looked up he had made a lane
And the next thing I knew he had crib in the K
We stayed in the city na my nigga live out the way
A call me with some dog shit like I did this today
And he a come back to the D with a 10 just to play
Then pull right up on me so we can chill fa the day
And don't shit stop still in the field fa the day
Back in the city and my nigga still got some plays
Got that shit on em showed me shit real in the K
Cus it's all showing
We ain't have shit it feel good to see my dawg glowin
Niggas just be talking bout that road I know my dawg on it
Knowing my nigga G man he prolly got it all on him
From the scales to the strap to the pills and the dog on em
Bitch Jefe the dopeman and they all know it
And his ass was tryna dodge the boyz they took it all from
Cus a Nigga told on my mans and got the law on em
They hit my nigga with a dope case he stood tall on it
They was tryna slander bro name like my nigga told
Niggas must ain't read the paperwork cus yall niggas wrong
Its really hot this where the bread at can't tell him not to go
Its risky na this where his head at he stuck to what he know
And that's was get a bag get a rental nigga hit the road
Then he ran up mo than what he had damn that nigga cold
And we always organize a play like a pick & roll
And he made sho that I was straight when I was in the O
I remember talkin bout plays in the living room
I remember when I got the benz we was in the coupe
He made alot of cheese but na I wish he didn't move
Man I swear you can't explain that feeling when you get the news
Sick he can't call me bro always kept me in the loop
Mad as hell Its a lot shit that we ain't get to do
Ima tell niggas that's its Jefe when they mention you
Man my nigga Neff a real soldier nigga I salute