Back On Evergreen - Lil Poppa

Feel like I’m back on Evergreen

Got junkies knocking at my front door asking where the clean

I come outside it smell like guns smoke another murder scene

Two niggas with me two chopped a piece for the niggas wanna murder me

What the fuck you niggas mean

Burn they block up third degree

That nigga lying if he saying he ain’t heard of me

If I say go no surgery half of them niggas dead for what they said and they

deserve to be

And I can’t trust a soul lord forgive me I got that led all in the church with

me

I don’t need nobody to do dirt for me ain’t none of them niggas put in work for

me

Don’t mention my name in none of that shit

No I ain’t playing no games when it come to that shit

Got the bag now I can’t fumble that shit

I got them mad now cause I’m a humble lil bitch

You went to Famu I went to Fam too

Think I played snare I got the drum on the stick

Don’t play fair I play dumb on a bitch

Soon as we done I tell her get prepared she say «say you swear»

I go numb on her uhh uhh can’t put my tongue on her

Aye this my money don’t put your thumbs on it

Zaza go in my lungs only

Aye fifty’s go in them guns only to blickys equal one hundred

Feel like I’m back on Evergreen

Got junkies knocking at my front door asking where the clean

I come outside it smell like guns smoke another murder scene

Two niggas with me two chopped a piece for the niggas wanna murder me

What the fuck you niggas mean

Soon as I hit the scene line wrapped around the front yard like Krispy Kreme

Pocket full of them crispy things

Why dude come run that shit on me like I ain’t peeped the game

I don’t even want that shit on me he think I missed the chain

I told brodie don’t miss the brain when I get that trophy tell em kissed the

ring

He don’t know what gun they shot him with but I bet that nigga ain’t miss the

flame

I don’t want him I’m onto bigger things nuts crossed on me it’s a dirty game

Got niggas still in them trap spots trying to hit jackpot pushing Eddie Kane

Lil one call this bitch Alicia Keys don’t make em make that choppa sing

He died when I was on tour I don’t know that boy I don’t want no problems mane

Don’t let this shit be bout no dollars mane

Where the fuck you was before dollars came?

He tried to talk to God but it was too late nigga must’ve prayed to Charlamagne

Feel like I’m back on Evergreen

Got junkies knocking at my front door asking where the clean

I come outside it smell like guns smoke another murder scene

Two niggas with me two chopped a piece for the niggas wanna murder me

What the fuck you niggas mean