Lyrics:
(might as well keep it honest)
Don't cry, make hits (you want it, you got it)
All net, no bricks (truth or dare, just be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit
to sleep when you wake up, hear sirens thinkin' the police comin
Mama kept her mouth in my ear saying son, go and be some
Always tied to the streets, full
just doing drugs
And writing melodic rhymes
Don't sleep her love away
Trying to get one
And not get into trouble
I might just be inclined
Big A, little A, bouncing be
The system might have got you but it won't get me
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do
life that
I should be ashamed for
8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store
Dope fiends bobbin there heads
With a vien tore
Walk with the steel
and told them to share it
I don't fuck with police, I don't fuck with no sheriffs
Knowin' out here with the squad I be sharing
These nosy ass bitches be
And every police car that I see ridin by
I autograph their car wit my brand new lid
Drinkin' to that set and hope my dog young have head
Throwin' up DPG
get your hands up
Police at my door, knockin'
Beggin' me for more, drop it
Excuse me Mr. Officer,
But what more can your offer her?
Nigga I ain't
Island
Got murdered by one police officer while five of his fellow officers watched him do it
The guy killed the person that they were, uh, uh
Wha, what do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It ain't no pressure by the bitch
Whether it be by keep or the hunnid
Uh, it ain't no pressure by the bitch
What is the beef
the camera
Nigga got trap's like bee's in Atlanta
B's, Put another 3 in the Fanta
In this V8 I'm drinking on Fuego
All these sticks in the trunk I might go by
investigaton
No track will be neglected" stated the Police Chief
"Find the killer or resign, I have no other option !
cnd I swear, fellows Citizens, your wait
a milli
They just looking to a pension
They say I might slip by
I get high
Do what I gotta
Don't dis mine
Yeah you walking on a thin line
Talking up
and democrats
Wouldn't be so harshly ridiculed
By society, for no reason
I'm a patriot, boy, no treason
I don't need the Fifth Amendment
My actions do all
thinking he might be alright
And his uncle is playing it cool
But, he's starting to feel guilty for taking his life
But, too late to be worried now
They
Feel like a stepchild
Homies ain't breaking no bread
They might as well just be dead
She want tail but gave her head (Uhhh uhhh)
Feel like
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
the steps up
Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest
I had to break free, police on me and they F-B's
Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze"
run in with the long arm of the law, I'm long gone
I'ma do five years, no less than that, no questions asked
So it might be a good idea to stop right
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
take your liberties away,
And permit racism to rule over a race they kept as slaves
I got a problem, think that I might be the coronavirus
Just want
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code
Ya’ll might know a lotta shit but ya’ll n****s don’t know me (Ya’ll n****s don’t know me)
All that shit you be talking
see my cannon
My whole family carry arms like Eli-Manning
Don't be brave
Cause your kids won't be saved
N I'm a treat them like
Pitbulls that don't
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