Lyrics:
brothers, shooting out with one another
They wanted badly, for sisters to call them Daddy
To drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear Abby
They're dressing
and put my tax on it
Nigga, I don't do nothin' for free (bitch)
The Double R truck sit in front of the mansion
I cashed out four hunnid Gs (bitch)
You
Get up it ain't over yet nigga, get over there
Chorus x4
Verse 2: (Mac)
They call me camoflague the everlasting assassin
self-respect I have
Don’t fight slavery, it makes me glad
Account in Switzerland, Rolls Royce
Murder and rape cos I want new toys
Don’t want a portion, but
For tryin' to brace,
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
correctly
A lot of suckas would like to forget me
But they can't
'Cause like a champ
I have got a record
Of knocking out the frauds in a second
the suitcase with the blue faces
Rob a bank, wrap the shoe laces
Yeah, I can't call it! It's just living out in orbit!
The shit's so hard, who gotta talk this?
Out in the street they call it murder
Hmmm by the way nothing you fit do
Said by the way nothing you fit do
Cause by the way I'm better than you
That's
the other
Side they want me dead
Catch me slipping roll up on me
Put a hole in my head
And the chronic just to got
Me even more paranoid
Looking out
Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit
On the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes
I'm
(aye) hell's Kitchen killers roll up on
You and they spray (aye)
No lives matter in this thing
Cause I'm color blind
Show up to your record label
Turn it
they can get popped up
Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat
From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes
It's ground beef, in
do it
You know wha' mean?
They been hatin' on us dog, but I'll be home soon dog
One love
Know that I'll be home one day
I'm in the pen'
you go eat?
Chains VS1, car CTSV
If you keep it P, then there's money in the streets (M's)
Worth like a couple Ms, they'll murder for you me
I was
a long way out
MCs step into the ring with me You ain't it my league I'm a long way out
Dreams ain't bound by the streets in my town What I want that's
finna be gentle
You can murder Seline for sending me the instrumental
It ain't coincidental how they can get in your mental
Then the minute you see it
deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say, "Yo shorty black you're buggin' out"
Zulu Nation,
trouble in the black
Call up the woman in black
And let's have fun with it man
And we can have fun 'til they're mad
Just mickey me happy, lucky man
But
they've been searching (Who's been asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you wonderin')
Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch
While
did come to fulfill the law
I wonder what happens when they find out Jesus wasn't a cop
That he did not hop on his donkey to patrol the streets
Crazy drama, this rap shit keep him heated
Pull out on him, should've meant it
Thoughts break out, rash
Allergic to anything with sugar in it
Harshly
them streets why they can't see me
Gon have to put me 6 feet where them worms be
Having bad dreams hit in the chest hit me with three
Don't see what it
murder in the air, yeah, where my soldiers
Where the hood at? Bring 'em out, need ya'll to hold us
We go marching til the whole entire world take notice
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
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