Lyrics:
shoved in their face
And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin' by, honkin' your horn
Screamin' some
a couple (Shhh) I can call in Detroit and Nigeria
New law before you get a gun know how to fight
I can buy the whole thing stop checking the price
Two girls
It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun,
Best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip,
And make a man understand where she's comin'
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
Called a brave nigga
Fuckin with a made nigga
M.O.B. gun fire
Gettin sprayed quicker
Fuck em all let em understand
My plot to get richer
Much
your due
You built a maze you can't get through
I tried to help you all I can
Now I can't do nothin' for you man
I can't do nothin' for ya man
You
you, love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you, love's gonna-love's gonna get you)
You fall in love with your chain
You fall in love with your car
with the Doc right
(By your side)
Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right
They puttin' food in you
Your body's getting colder
Devil
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
with dem man
Cuh me and dem man ain't cool
I make my young buck hide in the bush
Then jump out the bush like "boo"
Can the fuckboys get out the room?
[Papoose:]
Ya wanna go to war let's get it then
If war bring peace I'm with it then
I don't start beef I finish it
Ghetto soldiers, we militant.
What you searching for
I've been there before
Too many down I can't check the score
If not shots man get bore
Island queen I hate whores
Going for
And I ride swervin down the westside highway
Get high like a G4 on the runway
I can't land it man with gun in hand
A hundred grand in escrow tryna
wanted was some
N****s mad at the players they can't do we like we do
You ain't with the team
Bangin' hits up on the stream
In the cut I'm sittin' clean
with my deals
None of this shit I reveal, keep secrets on me, I can't tell
I want all the money, it ain't even funny, I swear that a nigga can't fail
All
Yea I bite my tongue for no one man you ain't heard bout me
You should've knew it was him by the way that I talk and the men I keep
Makin a name
political my scales were never digital
I'm a normal cat from Irving, TX with no pedestal
I just know consistency as much as I know quality
Dranny would be
man faggets out
So Orange boi had to ride out
I'm hot under the collar
Cause I can't get a job (nah man a nuh me)
Even though I'm a scholar
I got bills
ain’t gone do shit
No, not a thing
Cause when we pop
He get drop like some lean
Got hella racks in my jeans
Ima’ get go it by any means
I’m get money gang
Feeling like mj
But you can call me devil man
I'm holding up 6 fingers
Like I'm tryna hex man now
Circle about with Irving
And you know we got 6
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
Mister politician tell mi who own the harbour
Man cant buy food but big matic pon shoulder
And a buy bay bullet but cant buy baby powder
Where i'm from
Mi
get us spot
It's gonna be nice, all right?
Mama says I can't live with
You because you kill people that's not true
That's a lie she is lying to you
I can’t take that
Yeah I’m back in my element
Them man are talking their greeze but it’s irrelevant
All them man are chatting about there guns
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