Shootout @ My Crib

(DJ FMCT) (DJ Bandz, aw, man) Been through all kind of shit Bro died from dialysis Tellin' niggas not to tell on you is witness tamperin' Out of everything, I'm addicted, I want this medicine Gang charge, feel like I can beat it, I got a severance Four Richard Milles, plus India Richard, it look like a settlement You ain't from 300 if you ain't sleep with us on Eggleston Walk into my auntie crib, see mice, this shit embarrassin' So how you sit up pissed at me and bro 'nem actin' arrogant? King Kong, beatin' on my chest, I get my lean on How you sit up mad? I ate her pussy and you got peed on I don't answer my phone, I know it's you, I changed your ringtone Bro died, sister wasn't answerin', I called my niece phone Yeah, bitch, you belong to the streets Oh, you sold a couple pounds, now this nigga think he Meech Now you singin' all these songs with all that pain, you think you me I ain't follow nigga's waves, I was signed to the streets I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (oh) I ain't sittin' down in jail doin' life, I'm bein' smart (oh) If I do go back in time from buyin' pills, I'll buy a bar (oh) I remember callin' shorty phone, I told 'em, "They killed Dark" (oh) Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em, "Add it to my cart" (oh) I done took out couple niggas who wasn't with me from the start (oh) I ain't gon' cap, you gon' smell Percs and lean when I fart (oh) Keep your strap, they gon' give you seventeen when you caught (oh) I ain't gon' lie, my brother died and I was ridin' by myself I'ma tell your ass the truth, feel like I'm dyin' by myself You ain't slide, you ain't ride, you be hidin' by your self Man, I really know who did it, niggas lyin' who they killed Even though lean fuck me up, I'll sip a line by myself See, my OG strong as hell, she don't even be cryin' when she here How you claim you don't get whoopings, but your block just got the belt? You don't take care none of your guys, but they do time for bein' real I got Boona in my heart, he did his time, he ain't squeal Gotta beat your case in court, you ain't got time for no appeal Deep thought on how he died, man, my slidin' give me chills Don't pay attention to that nigga sayin' he ain't dyin' 'cause he is I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (oh) I ain't sittin' down in jail doin' life, I'm bein' smart (oh) If I do go back in time from buyin' pills, I'll buy a bar (oh) I remember callin' shorty phone, I told 'em, "They killed Dark" (oh) Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em, "Add it to my cart" (oh) I done took out couple niggas who wasn't with me from the start (oh) I ain't gon' cap, you gon' smell Percs and lean when I fart (oh) Keep your strap, they gon' give you seventeen when you caught (oh)