Lyrics:
No back down me no die me a warrior i mean that
Police putting bodies in the coroner i seen that
Never turn my back on the struggle because i bleed
got gel and weave, gel and weave
Wit a big round ass, I'm yo man to be
Baldhead scallywag, wit nothin in back
You better yak it, ten dollar for a bag
pressure
You see a opp in your hood apply pressure
She said I'm fucking her good I got that pressure
Loud smoke backwoods I'm talking pressure
Crunch time
shoot at yo fro
Masked up with the shotti give em the signal he gone blow
murder scene yellow tape dead bodies gonna floor
Peeled that back like a potato
enough
And I ain't going fuck the bitch if she ain't hood enough
She bend it over arch her back I put some rounds in it
I put her face down in the pillow
no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
For all you motherfuckin
but it's worth it though
Sold out shows
That's the goal fasho
Money stay on my mind
Always working yo
Walking by check the time I
Gotta get back
cry Bullets bout to bless a nigga leave em sanctified
I Tried to stay calm Im bout to blow like bomb So many soldiers in a grave Getting got by a gun Im
sign to yo gotti
I think it’s time I pop my shit
Fuck what they talking bout
One of the youngest niggas paid
Up in the city
That go without a doubt
bitch, I was
You ain't countin' on a million, I done
Smoking dope with swishers in the hood
Got indicted sellin' dope and I
Told the cops I was
Cause I
ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
Hold up! See I ain't finished wit y'all
Before I diminish let me handle my business
But the queen confronted by none
It ain't my fault Dr drew fucked up yo face
90210 ain't fo' us, pick up yo face
Fix yo face fo' I catch a case
Yo Gas Mask down
It's revenge mode
I gotta level my levels
So I don't explode
Gotta stay focused
Put on the Killah face
Figure how to get em' all in
the fools kept steppin
jumped in the fo' hit the juice on ma ride
i got front back, and side to side
then i let the alpine play (play)
pumpin new shit by
hustle, stack yo profit, made it twice back
Shorty wan me cause I'm Me, I say it's like that? And it's like that
I'm Up In My Section, Feeling VIP huh
Got
the jams we make
Beatnuts and Rascalz yo
We going to snatch your state
Yo, got you in a choke hold
Messing with these cats who be loco
(Beatnuts and Rascalz
left in the race, go 'head line up behind her
Yo, she got 'em like (E)
Everyday eatin' and takin' it to the (V)
Vixen, V-12 with systems (E)
hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following Allah's
bitches in the hood that don't smoke papers
Ain't tryina heard 'bout what you mean because I got it
It's on the plane cause I can't leave a trip without it
tell all my people to think twice in the hood
The police, man, they don't even like us
They got Spud and Booneville, 'Trelle up in Riker's
And I just
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
baller like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming cock-a-doodle-doo fuckers
Coke by
You know I be in the yo
This that weed 'em up bitch
229 free my nigga
Cool man, we ball U John, I promise nigga
DJ Lil Jackboy tell a friend nigga
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