Lyrics:
Ima send shots to your face, prolly break suthen
I’ve been getting clocked by the jakes, tryna mace suthen
Get the fuck out of my face, hang wit gang
with your tirade, be well advised there’s another emcee in The wings evil eyes
And the government spies have the finger on the button never Heard it from
that sometimes, the shit ridiculous
One hand in the air, if he don't really care
Middle finger in the air, if you don't really care
It's like that
(man, what?)
Invest into your weapon, them bullet fragments feel like bullet holes (rrah)
Shawty reckless he pop out in traffic, bail out, there he go
the weapon, then we catch you half-steppin', your
Tombstone's been erected
It's that murder shit, when we creep on your block with the heat, bust a shot, put
I take it back to get remixed (dope)
Steady runnin' off on your plug, you know that ain't no street shit
Ridin' 'round with a hundred racks sittin'
judgment’s what we do
If God’s grace never came through
You’d point those fingers back at you, back at you
You better watch your tone
If you ain’t a sinner,
ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin'
'em in a cell well, well
Fifty fucking feet up
Floating till I'm felt farewell
Just might fuck your dream up
Leave 'em in a cell
Eyes looking half
catch up to my last one
(Ha ha ha)
I lapped them niggas twice, I passed 'em
I snap my fingers, another bag come
You still on your dick doing bad, huh?
Pimpernel, crack in their finger nails
They put the food in the street, we just tryna hit the sales
Fuck the jakes, stay on my wave, man I'm feeling like
Not throwing away my shot
And by the end man, pun intended
They gon be owing (Owen) me a lot
Yeah
If you were coming in the fall
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn
As housewives do a fly
If I could see you in a year
I'd
the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by
high
You're the reason I'm getting by
And I'm the reason you're not losing your mind
Girl you'll be just fine
And I can't even be there half the time
not touch me or you might get hit
Listen up
Don't touch me or I might break your ass in half
Don't touch me or I might break your ass in half stretch
sure you go update your will
Late nights in my city tryna dodge the fuckin jakes
I see red and blue lights hit the gas forget about the brakes
the bullet
I am the one who is willing to do what has to be done
Hand me the gun
I'll snap my fingers
Bring it down to half
I'll play a Thanos
Ain't got no
meto please you
Won't stop until I tell you to beautiful deeper and harder love laying new with you
Running my fingers through your hair its not days
together its heaven for meto please you
Won't stop until I tell you to beautiful deeper and harder love laying new with you
Running my fingers through your
announced
That Hitler is dead
Bumpin'
Cruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz rollin' up to your crib
Ridin'
Bruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz drip so hard need a bib
to the gate further upstate
I heard they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo, look out for Jakes
Give it all it takes
your dignity, and pied the piper
Shot by a sniper, Donal Draper
Split you in half like a piece of paper
Look at all my words just before I lay it
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type
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