Lyrics:
y'all do not want to end up like the woo man
Rest In Peace to the Brooklyn kid (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Why another gotta die
All because the next person
kush, nigga, don't be worried 'bout us
Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down
I say, "Ain't no music on" she said, "Nah, that weed
are the essentials
You a new face Who sent you
Roaches and butts in the ashtray
By the front door is an AK
The struggle is real this ain't play play
Right next door is a little old man
I seen him eating dog food out of a can
He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat
I barely can stand, on my
on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
Faking the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us
on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
Faking the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us
playing by the rules
Baby all my niggas steppers everybody got a tool
The DA trying clock me so I gotta play it smooth
I took off like a rocket I ain't like
Found out was gonna be a father life had turned for the best
I took the bottles off my mind was thinkin family instead
Told all these hoes dont even
Lock and load pocket rockets though
Always knew I had to prop some doors
Every other one is locked or closed
Rapping focusing on thots and hoes
But
never know bottles and might Carley
Wake up and bake up and go hard
Look for the next play and get started
And when it's the night you should hit party
have another grenade salad,
Split it with your enemy.
Gotta sell another Uzi,
Maybe couple 44 Mags,
Got a wife and a kid to support,
was torn (Torn)
The shit it could do to a kid
Nah, we can't choose where we born (Nah)
I bottle the pain in my mix
My feelings go numb when I'm stoned
of Life by its design
Fucking forgot I was so philosophical
From all the knowledge I spill from esophagus
Hop in a rocket, I'm fly, astronomical
Honestly
stop popping bottles
Ain't for the streets matching energy honestly that what i'm proud off
If it was real it'd last a lifetime
Maybe went to fast let's
the greatest
But she be stressing bout my profits
My teachers told me to be realistic
Cuz said I'ma blow like a bottle rocket
Hoes tryna get they bills paid
(Te
mine
They patriotic but hypnotic
Nationalists
Rule with a fist
Not with them?
Go on a list
Then all sudden
Hide your kids
Build up a class
You're not in
And they fuckin wit my vibe
Cuz i'm real cocky
Never had respect so i made a name
Now they fw the kid cuz i got flame
I'm just laughing at these bitches
Well the dancing's barely started
And the cops are at the door
Bottle rockets in the yard, asking what are they for
The kids are starting shit
cherish most
Auntie clutching on that bottle she became a ghost
PTSD from seeing demons leaving a host
Jack boys riding bikes with the card in the spoke
down
Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..)
[Killah Priest]
Death come to those who oppose
Knockin' at the door, holding a rose
In plain clothes,
life was simple back then. You knew your next-door neighbor; he was your best friend. When hard times hit, everybody pitched in, you never locked your
Corrugated iron wooden shacks
Gated mansions next to XX
Boys on motor bikes next to Maybachs
We got backpacks next to kids from Kyzack
Ex-convicts
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,
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