Lyrics:
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
Save
Save us
I fear
We're weak
I'm in this world on my own, mama
I know you warned me that this world could be so cold, mama
'Cause in our homes it
mask is
You a chump, talk guns, but scared to blast his
Buy them bottles by the case, we don't gotta chase
For the love of money, we in a million
niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em with the hollow tips
Flip 'em like the Gotti clip my crew shift the body
little son, had my heart rapidly pumpin
Niggas start a guttin behind the bushes duckin
My ears rung, I punch a clip into the guns
Got grazed in the arm,
The fuel for my magic is life
We only have enough prisoners
To send through our strongest warriors
But that will be enough the enemy is weak
When we
of minerals, easily broke down
Hard rock MC's ya nothin' but compound
Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's
in the videos with those questionable flows
Take
Industrial strength blackness we are next
In my city, everyday is a movie, stick to the script
Acting outta character in the scene, they'll cinema clip
Industrial strength blackness we are next
In my city, everyday is a movie, stick to the script
Acting outta character in the scene, they'll cinema clip
there's only two places for a street nigga and that's either jail or dead
Get some money nigga, smell the bread
Flip some nigga, sell a med
Hit some nigga,
by bright lights and uniforms
I'm pissed off, I'm shouting at the cops at nude in 4
Jumping up and down, yelling "What the fuck you do that for?"
(What
lost in a crowd, inside my
Flames necro plasm to the brain, now you gotta get the body out the aisle
I don't need an entourage already followed by
and grinded, knew no one could mess with me
Then that summer, think we dropped like seven videos
Had like five in a week, it was weak, but life goes on
But
so many times couldn't be close to you
Left me by myself all them times you was gone
I came home momma passed out on the lawn
She drowning in alcohol,
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
weapon..
A lethal weapon..
An assassinator
You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips
You think I'm finished - I load another clip
Look in my face, I
can tell they don't know
What they in it for
They know their whole steez is weak
But won't even admit it at all
Don't wanna play the game by the rules
put in work if you wanna get yo cake up
Throw a bag at you have my money by today punk
When I couldn't pay bills it made me a man
Mama moved to Atlanta
the bench
Now he lived in the hood some called the Danger Zone
so he was no stranger to own ways of gettin a legal scratch
But for some Strage reason he
call you poet i’d call you farmer
You will not be called by me poet
These stricken suckas is soft often
And offed goners got in the cough of no cause
empty the clip on your whole team
Cut off the lights so you don't see
Kick in your door with some smoke screens
So official they think we the police
I
sleep right tonight
now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
but I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
breakfast for
checking for no pussy I just need ah lick
Shit... But this one here might be ah hit
Double Cs on ha but That's only for ah bad bitch
Fell in love wit money
is for the members only
Jealousy brings envy this is for the members only
Ghetto mafioso in my benz listening to shady I quarterback the team tom
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