Lyrics:
Hollow point leave a message
We ain’t doin no textin
Meet wit the prosecutor in a few Days
Fuck it whole wood to the face
Here mind off in a daze
No brakes
of thugs that won't revenge a lot of pistols no holsters
A lot of defendants prosecutors and lawyers wit folders
But I ain't asking you to change cuz i don't
plagued prosecutors pursuing prosecution
Prisons polluted past present
prostitution please provide proof Pleading politicians politicking proven problems
on 'em like standup comics
At the Cellar, soon-to-be bestsellers, storyteller
Y'all cats is Uri Geller
Go to court, prosecutors, kid, just play your
of the Lord He is my refuge
My fortress my God in whom I trust
Surely He will save me from the haters
And the prosecutors
He will cover me with his feathers
Already scouted him out like I'm a recruiter
If he say he six-foot I'm finna pop out with a ruler
I bet I take him out the game like prosecutor
Bet that
getting racks daily
Fuckin' up racks and they pay me
Fuckin' up racks and they pay me
Prosecutors putting shit together
See my nigga through the glass cuz
LOVE, SHINE
Stop all the violence
The massacre of life
Stop with the guns
When you kill someone you die
Stop all the hatred
The prosecutor lies
granted no release
Prosecutor later wants a name, homie turns a cheek
By confirmin his loyalty through a perjury, yeah
Topping the mess, another tragic soul to blame
No proof, no breaking the spell
And now that brave prosecutor
just sat there and looked like a turtle
about
the prosecutors and them damn snitches
Praying to the Lord gotta sign to pay attention
fighting for my life and I don't wanna be caught winded
Hard to be black in
you always acting ratchet
Talking bout you wanna bag paper plastic
Saying that you feel trapped but you trappin
Prosecutor wants you fallen for
between her hooters
Ask em How'd I go to jail for murdering a prosecutor?
There'd be no one left to prosecute me
I the persecutor
Bitch
you lay(set you up)
Before niggas that you beefin wit know where you stay(know where you stay)
Free the guys out that can, prosecutors kiss my ass
I may
nobody's a Shooter
One car with four niggas
Three snitches and one Shooter
Don't turn the nine to the six
I don't snitch niggas for the beef
Prosecutors
on an m-16
Little bit of motive, that's all I need
And I'm so pristine with the legal team
Prosecutors even think I'm sweet
Ain't got no case, show up, I'm
player I'm a sinner
My dawg help me get it so I'm gonna help em do this sentence
Prosecutor tried to stick my dawg say they gotta win it
If this nigga do
prayed for me
Try in push me to that right lane
Made some mistakes along the way
Pray one day I'll be forgiving
All the prosecutors needed was
that he working (oh, he working)
Prosecutors wanna hound me (what?)
I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (do me dirty)
This .40 I got, that bitch dirty
of the police and prosecutors
We must make our land
The land of the free
A safe home
me off
Too intoxicated by her love
Not Enough, had enough
Pour just a little
It's too late, this date
Said it all
She's the prosecutor
needs to catch up
The pace need to pick it up
You know them prosecutors got big spliff litted up
Switch the philosophy think of the economy
Plants,
know that he working (oh he working)
Prosecutors wanna hound me (what)
I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (do me dirty)
This 40 I got that bitch dirty
ICantBreathe
Some peeps
Might not have a death wish
Commit crimes?
Cops might leave you breathless
And moms standby
Feeling helpless
Prosecutors?
Sometimes
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