Uh uh, Uh, Uh
Ayo, mac 10s and fake friends
Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fucking nigga face em
But Im still trill, still holdin
Rollin gully until Im froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid
Veins pumpin ice
First some 15 keep that king pumping right
Hard white, cold cash
Hold fast, fold fast, through the city so gas
No ass
Straight head bitch, Im one a from the feds
Fuck comma raps, same G and canna
All I got in this world is my fifth dick and nana
Gangsta mannerism lyrical vandalism
Niggaz be burnin up their gums until the fucking hammers hit em
Who need help?
Well until then Ima take that mac off the shelf
and hold the fucking street hostage
Blowing smoke out my nostril
Every breath is a step to a non-time in death
I wanna know where to go
Need a place in my mind I can rest
Cause this time is running out for my flesh
Dried up, sittin in a chair fried up
You know me; I dont need no introduction in this
Big gun, big dick, half of a meal on the wrist
Sittin in my continental thinkin about potential connects
I live in all, just pencil the best
Parts of the live of a quintessential hustler
When I pull a slide back
Motherfuckers be hoppin their faces dont get left open
You understand?
Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin
Shyne Po, dough, stack, yall Rap niggaz is trash
I dont give a fuck how much records you sold
Tryin to be me
Keep it real dog, youll die to be me
You wanna know how it feel, dont you?
To have a murder charge, took gun to the American Music Awards
And live life against stars
Doing 170 screaming "FUCK THE WORLD" (gangsta get outta the car)
Where the fuck them niggaz at? We gonna handle this beef
Turn your mic off bitch; see me in the street
Fuck peace til Im rest in the dried up flesh is finish
I dont know how to tell until Im in the morgue
Dysfunctional, highly uncomfortable paranoid
Without the extra clip (bitch), try me Ill puncture you
Had niggaz waking up with wings in their backs, halos in their head like
"Ayo Im dead"
Can a knight fucking princess Diana type
Vane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, hand of ice
They said too much for the motor mind to comprehend
Walk wit me, pause take a breath
Things aint just the same for gangstas
Sleeping in diamond, its fucking up the game for gangstas
While charges tryin to ring a gangsta
Through it all I maintain my gangsta
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