I done been in the field, I got battle scars Got your bitch on my dick for a couple bars I was rapping and packing on boulevards Now I'm getting this check off of metaphors Got some trophies, that's what the gold medal's for Got my foot on they neck like a pedal boy And my hand gripping that Mac-11 boy You a crook, you get booked, what you telling for? I'm a felon, can't even go to Mexico But I'm still posted up by the Texaco I got day ones, you cross me, they let you know You could ask em I stay down and never told Every song my real life like an episode Mama tell me she worried, I tell her don't I be talking that shit and still getting dough We in traffic, got choppers with telescopes You could come to my block we got hella dope We got FN's with beams and move better coke But I'm tryna stay clean had to let it go I was stuck in them streets, I was hella broke Got my mama so sick over me 'cause she know we don't play for the beef I don't need no protection, my weapon I keep I can see a whole mil' in the trap off the D I could do this myself got my own mind In the county they killing for phone time You ain't seen no real hell 'til you on 9 Shooting piss out yo' eyes 'til you go blind And this shit so fucked up man, gave shorty my brand new J's They gon' be on his feet 'til he die of old age. Damn, shit so crazy I'm back on the bullshit like Benny Bitch, your pockets look thinner than Jenny Every whip that I ride gotta be tinted Cause baby I'm hated by many, feeling like 50 Go get that strap and get busy It ain't one bitch I love more than my glizzy Watch how you wearing yo' hat in my city Cause you will get whacked for a penny, you and your granny I want some cash, count it up fast Just to go throw it all over some ass Hop in that rover and do the whole dash Pull up on [?] with a key in the stash Glock on my lap, never needed to stash It ain't no hiding when we on his ass Put a G on yo' ass never needed a bag My shooters'll do that for free to yo' ass Choppers by the bricks and D at my pad Fingerprint, ain't no key at my pad 'member when I used to sleep on a pad Hoes ain't want me they was leaving me sad Me and Onion we was beating that slab Ain't too many really think I would spazz You don't like me you gon' keep getting mad I think your bitch took a like to my swag She a cougar so we fuck in the jag Feeling super I just popped me a tag Mike Amiri jeans all over the mag I seen my homie switch over some bags Come from the jungle there's snakes in my grass I got a feeling they plotting to smash Hide in the bushes all night 'til he pass Jump out and spray every shot 'til he crash, teach you a class I could show you how to play with them pots Cook it and double the cake with them rocks Mama said that she gon' pray for my opps Cause she know what we gon' do with them mops Too many snitches this shit getting hot Too many bitches there's too many thots Play with her titties her panties gon' drop My shorty 11 ain't never had pops He look up to me so I teach him a lot He a respectful lil' boy with a Glock He ain't got no problem bussin' yo' top Cause he done witnessed some shit you wouldn't watch He done been in situations you not He done watched his uncle trap out the spot I done had to get this shit out the mud I done packaged shit and sent in a box Yeah, aye, I need some guap, aye, yeah You know the rules, to the game, if you play and get popped Ducking the SWAT, running from task Stay on my ass, I still gotta get me a bagTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
