Yeah, nigga Machine, nigga You talk it, but I live it nigga Fresh off that plane nigga State to state nigga You know what I mean?
Look, my shooter be on his young shit Runnin' through the shortcut, 100 round drum shit Look, where I'm from I run shit Don't talk my ear off with all that bust your gun shit If you ain't never done shit Nigga I ain't bite my tongue, bitch, I said it I meant it Your head'll gets splitted The lead to your melon, we predicate felons 100 mil' in the stash feel better than heaven [?] got three and a half and dunn's got seven All I got is my son and this MAC-11 I put you in a box laid up in front of a reverend A few people saw me, but didn't snitch, that was a blessin' (woo!) These niggas still in my way I wrote the book and niggas tryin' to steal a page In VIP blowin' what you tryin' to save Look at me wrong I'll bust your head with a spade Uh, I'm '06 D-Wade .40 on the hip I hope that nigga feel brave Yeah, Aventadors on Melrose The Devil's Reject, when I was born hell froze The L's rolled, you can smell it in my clothes I used to sell O's in this East Buffalo hell hole Westbrook on a fast break The streetsweeper make your house shake Pistol whip that fuck nigga How that blood in your mouth taste? My dawg wacked a nigga for an 18, and he ain't even 18 I let you fuck niggas try to chase dreams My nigga I'm just tryin' to stay out them state greens Man, I'm just tryin' to stay up out them state greensTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
