Lyrics:
Young boy in charge, 309 on the map
And I come from the city where muhfuckas blast
I ain't talking guns, but them Boys still be popping
Lil love
nah, he ain't got it on
We catch him out of bounds, weak camp, they hit the ground
Got guns in every city for smoke that's out of town
Forever load
gone run you down
Lil Dump know some real steppers they'll really gun you down
I'm in town on that valley side get served 100 pounds
Them niggas
go by the name King Braize
I specialize at putting ink to the page
Beautiful gift but yet it keeps me in rage
Because the music I make and things that
Chorus
Yo we puttin in this work/ we put 'em in the dirt/ the pastor still preachin/ all up in the church Pallbearers put your fuckin body in
It's a shame how I rap so bananas, it's Mr. Two-Gun un
Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers
You might catch me in the drop blowin' pop wit
pushed on
Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggas?
Roll like a boss, in the streets
Homeboy in the fed, a hundred twenty months (ten)
He be down by three, get out a couple months
I gotta quit fucking with you
I can read between
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli'
her, uh
Brand new money
Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny
I don't walk it, I run it
Keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer
All this drip on me make me pacific
Bitch we in our own bracket we don't meet statistics
I'll put a red beam on an outsider
100 shots no misses who you
hustle dog, greenhouse ins and outs
Hustler by nature homie, up and down survived droughts
Avoided getting dimed out in the system on time out
My life is
A couple grands im talking
Not no silly hundreds
Put that shit in the coffin
Cause I ain't no silly hoe
All these niggas sending shots
They don't even
Bleeding hard now
You hit my heart with a hundred rounds
Cuz I'm not bulletproof
Like you shot me in the head man down
Heard the sirens in my mind
When I
my rifle
I just gun em down
Oh they want me now
Try and put me in a box
Say they love the sound
Give the run around
Only hitting homers when I'm off
to show them
Times in my life that felt like I wasn't controlling
Put them on the ground while I watch that shit burning
Chains dragging all my problems
all I'm chasing My money
Carbon 15 hold a whole 100
Real cocaine got yo nose running
1k been in the streets better ask About me
Why you clutching you
Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz
Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you)
Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga
Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah..
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
get beat niggaz (yeah)
Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-fifty
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We
bring it I'm callin y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
Tell me lil nigga
What be the move
I got lots of figures but
Mister met by chance
I ain't said that shit in a minute
Finger fuck the rubber bands
New ARP
diamonds, tennis chain 'round my throat (icy)
Got a bad habit of lookin' behind me 'cuz in my city it's smoke
I got PSD, my house on PST, I live by EST
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