Tisan's Son
YoungTecho
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Only God can judge me, got me feelin' like I'm Tupac Take off with this backwoods, stuff that bitch with moon rock Ride with this ratchet and this hammer f*ck a toolbox Animal in that field, but I ain't talkin' bout no livestock Dropped a mixtape sounded like a album but they compared it to Drizzy Guess I wasn't talkin' bout spinning ' no opps till these niggas dizzy Quick to call them gang or twin, but they see me as competition Congratulations me in private but never tagged a post or ever mention Free the ones who never told, lone live my cousin's soul Every since a juvenile , we stuck up to that G-Code Game bangin', drug dealing im a villain , f*ck the hero I'm a seven-time convicted felon , prayin' don't get Rico Quick to knock at your front door, but I ain't sellin' Avon Scared to walk through communities now, look what happened to Trayvon Crooked crackers wanna lock my black ass up like Akon Death row inside of my mind, welcome to this H-Con Feet hangin' on edge, prayin they don't push me Wanna build this empire with this bitch, she startin' to act like Cookie And the Bible said the first should be last, I guess I'm just the last rookie Jump back out the water, tighten my circle up like bass pussy Pissin' in the bed, from taken ADH, meds I'm countin' up these dead's, bitch won't f*ck me cause I got dreads I looked up to my cousin, Zay, he's doin 10 in the feds I told him, just keep your head up, just don't come home banging blue or red My cousin's ZO, said I wasn't his favorite rapper like Kevin Gates Nigga, when you die, I got your kids, till I meet you up at Heaven Gate Wanna have kids of my own, I feel the pressure, feel like heavyweight Told my niece and nephews, when I make it, they forever straight Niggas nod their head to this but they never tell they feelin' you Said around a bunch of lies than stand up for the fuckin' truth Built my future in a pot, a skillet, how it pan through Bitches wanna tie the knot, know that pussy runnin' through Killers movin' silent, why the f*ck these niggas hyper, son Wanna squash the beef, they might just kill me on that diaper run You a gangster and a stepper, you just licensed just to carry guns Prayin'they don't, find the fingerprint link back to Tisan son Granny died, I cried, nigga Paw paw died, I tried, nigga Concentrated life with death, but never suicide, nigga Lost my first love, I chose to ride that five, nigga Long live Mo three, cause I was always outside, nigga Gotta stay focused one eye close just like a sniper Only snake up im this grass now is some cobra and some vipers Spent half my life, nigga, surrounded by OGs, and some lifer Concentrate, on how I'ma take over the Carolina without wearin' diapers, mothafucka Long live Mannie , long live Gotti ,long live Kool pac,long live John John , Supreme, I love you, nigga Nigga, gotta run that shit back, ha-ha That nigga snap, yo, yo, Techo, nigga Lights, camera, action, nigga Tisan Son, mothafucka Yo, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
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