Lyrics I Dun Came Up - Eddy Baker, Chris Travis

I Dun Came Up

Real shit nigga I done smoked a pound of chronic had the kush on deck couldn’t
smoke the profit niggas always talking guns
But they scared to pop it never scared to hit a lick always down for robbing if
my pockets low bitch I’ma make some profit
It ain’t shit really sweet this ain’t Baskin Robbins rap smoke sell drugs
that’s my main 3 hobbies yeah I make a lot of songs
But got G’s behind me made my name on my own ain’t no cheese behind me bitch I
always been loyal you can ask my
Hard times still did me grimey now I’m out here on my own smoking strong while
driving a lot of niggas tried to downplay
Cut em like a bitch been a fucking asshole since the 12th grade always had a
hustle I can get it more than 12 ways
Say what you want little bitch I do my damn thing
I don’t stress shit protons in my spliff bitch I meant to say blunt I dont even
smoke that shit frappes for your bitch
While we sitting on a hill girls like to talk a lot so I drug em til they chill
man I just be for real all I see is
of this young black man rapping sitting on a mil bitch its kill or be killed no
love for the real
No love for these niggas bitch I’m all about my bills