Uh Life is good man Life is good Yeah Told you I told you (I told you niggas) Can't fuck with me nigga For real (Brrr) Yeah (Brrr) Know what the fuck is up nigga?
Seen a fiend fight a vein in her ankle to shoot it Shot that pussy nigga in his knee like we draining some fluid Rob a rapper at his own show took his chain and I threw it Stupid The renegade you been afraid Shot penetrated my shoulders and knocked the chip away My heart only got colder Yeah cold as Minnesota in October Yola in the pot swoll up Stop hold up (Talk to 'em) They starting to holla what I sing They following my thing They gotta acknowledge me as king nigga
This is God level for rah yellow Biting every switch burn 'em with the stick like marshmellow You thirty something and broke still driving a bitch car Talking about you out getting licks off I was so comfy in the hood I could trap with my kicks off Now I'm in that black brown interior call it Biscoff Bitch I'm the big dawg Draw plays like I'm coach Curry holding the clipboard I take time out I got Warriors on my bench Chris ball Whenever I'm triggered my trigger finger itch more Reach in my pocket I could pull hunnids out by the fist ball Look Ain't nobody put me on I think yall took it wrong Yall better go back do you google research and look some more Watch them youtube vids about the man with the bullet scars Westin Brooks will tell you it was the crooked jaw that took us off Verse was eye popping we sky rocketed
My mind shine like diamonds on one of Westsides watches Went from buying 62 grams to going inquire shopping My shooter on tour with me he just was on crime stoppers (Facts nigga) They still looking for him Nigga had a break gave me two thousand to cook it for him She ain't get a gold niggas hit your top with a bullet for em I get big money at will when I'm putting letters together I wheel of fortune I show niggas love somehow I'm still the villan for it She tryna fuck a rapper so she can feel important Thats why she tryna be all in my section with liquor pouring
6 in the morning police at my door Guns by the bed money in the floor Neighbors looking at me like he got that raw Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more And the plug keep calling tell me up that score One hand scratch the other one, that's just law Your bitch looking at me like he got that raw Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more
My style is minimalistic, plain Jane simplistic I'm like Ace and Money Mitch but really on some pimp shit Fallin' off ain't too realistic, niggas tellin' tales Could sell you news stories but this crack still sells Rule number one, never ghost the clientele Fiends linin' at my door, they need that shit now Ten Crack Commandments, yo, I knows it too well This the same dope I'm dishin' out, just on a different scale Let me break it down if you don't see the vicious steel You see I got them hooked on the real I bossed up in and went to Columbia for the deal Like fuck the "pop a pill" shit, this that pure raw they wanna feel Scarcity in the market, now I'm spendin' the margin And it's only a problem if the product ain't' what it's promised 'Cause any competition get demolished These niggas know my shit hit the hardest, to be honest Graduated from the school of Hard Rock with my honors Started on the block and made it to the top from the bottom Used to cook it at my grandmama spot, we was starvin' Right or wrong, the truth be timeless Block away from Marcy Projects, we was prospects Gainin' knowledge on the different ways to fill our pockets Tryna make a profit in order to afford every object we desired Like, one day I'll retire But for now, I'll be the main supplier of that fuckin' fire
6 in the morning police at my door Guns by the bed money in the floor Neighbors looking at me like he got that raw Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more And the plug keep calling tell me up that score One hand scratch the other one, that's just law Your bitch looking at me like he got that raw Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
