Lyrics:
please tell me why he's a liar
Saw the man switch up when I back that cannon that's by my side at all times, Mariah
Grab the mic hold it steady
Double tap
Yo E, somebody come in this motherfucker
With me man
I'm with you nigga, you don't need nobody
I'm with you nigga come on nigga what's up?
LS
Gun man gun man gun man
Gun man gun man
Shi want suck mi d*ck
But mi cyan take a pic
You already know the style u know mi head chip
Run up inna dis,
I'm a culprit, I don't pray to no one, fuck that cult shit
Run up on me, big guns, you get offed quick
Fuck that off switch
Thanking God that I made
your bitch
If you fall off, and ask your mans for help
They gon' tell you, "No
You gotta ask your bitch"
Your man gon' lie and say he don't got it
Your
making the 6 fall
You aught to know by now, that I am pissed off
For real, ready to spray at a nigga
Pop the trunk, straight AK a nigga
This verse should
that (Yeah)
Whole lot of guns, bullshit, man I'm on that
And young nigga get money (Yeah)
Big booty bitch, yeah, monkey (Monkey)
In the hood actin'
gotta take it
'Cause most niggas never make it they stranded where I'm from
Ain't no conversation all they understand is get a gun
I was riding in my
Lex, Lex, we in this bitch, throwing gang signs, man
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick Squad, Brick Squad
Ay man, step to the side right now, man
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
Use da two gat stash pack in da wall
Picture Mac liftin up racks in da yard
I had da block shiftin up knocking off racks by the yard
Dope from dem
your street cred
To whole-wheat porridge ha ha K'naan, Wale
Aw man, it's been a ride
It's been a hell of a journey for me man
We started off just kinda
bore
Now you know who’s the Pop God
Let me fuck it all
Hey Eminem older man
This is for you
Diptop can you cut off this beat bro
It’s making me
barreta buss
Any bwoy diss Lenny Hype must bite di dust
Smith and Wesson nuh rust blood
A run plus puss
Bwoy pop off before our gun buss buss
Couple big
house
We gonna do a little something like this...
Yeah...Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun
So let's proceed with lychin', yo
My uzi weighs a ton
So now
Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man!
Big Punisher's off his rocker
What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
Thought you cats were
no mans protected
To each is own, grab a gun off the shelf
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
Cause in a warzone, the call is every
hallow
I'm not a role model
Pop these pills out the bottle
Prescriptions cost a lot woah
Money by the knots woah
Bitches by the bunch woah
She said that
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
the streets
I guess we even, not really
I’m cut from a different cloth
Rappers pissing them off
Serving drinks out of gun stores
Cocktails is Molotovs
I’m bored
none
You either do the nigga packing
A gun who hate niggas
Even though every time he pass a
Mirror he staring at one
My man stressed cause of lack
with a knot
Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot
What's in the pop? A hunnid G's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped
My hand is like a gun
the block, I'm tryna get off the block
I'm tryna get off the block, I'm tryna get off the block
I'm tryna get off the block, man
I'm tryna get off
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