G-Wick

You need to tell tha truth nigga It'll set you free Not Muhammad I can't float but sting like bee On my momma I been trapping serving fiends Say you a gangster with them guns but you niggas weak Could never be a favorite son hurt my momma deep And all my life I lived off crumbs now we thirty deep Thirty guns plenty ditches You go inna sea Remember we was low on funds vans on my feet Ain't no product of the struggle aint no war and peace I want my kids to live a life never worry eat I'll bust you in yo shit if you under me We got glocks and long guns from my Florida peeps Pretty bitch and call her ass my georgia peach Up the stick now he singing like Alicia Keys I'm up at six cause I keep screaming I ain't having dreams Post traumatic got me fighting for a state of need Been fighting demons kill em' all since the age of 3 And I wont call you for no money cause yo pockets cheap Man I love thumbing through these hundreds prolly more than breathing Won't apologize for shit bitch we getting even The way this bitch yap her lips like a dog teething The way I'm running to the bag got my heart beating Too fast, wont last, man I miss my bitch How the fuck you count a hundred, forty for a brick Three pointer very deep know its going in Had hoops dreams got expelled wouldn't let me in Weapon charge fuck them bars never going in Yo bitch a goat man her throat what I'm coming in My sister tryna change her life fuck a life of sin And If I get like ten years Ima do the bid Ain't no telling fuck that yelling better stay quiet He told on gang now his people tryna red dot em My nigga Mando just got booked for a home invasion Tell dem boys free my brother we at home waiting All my niggas know is violence they gone yellow tape it I tell my brother if he die I might go crazy I ain't do this for myself but for my old lady I'm tryna up a hundred thousand all in blue faces Name a nigga that I need, mount yo bitch like shelf We at yo door with them guns better call for help They saying that I ran, man that shit was someone else These niggas sayin that they want me but won't send me shells They forty deep, I'll kill them niggas by myself John Wick with a stick you finna go to hell This too fire man my mic shit finna melt It's raining hundreds in the club like its raining hail Say my name buddah finna send a couple shells Kill your son send his body through the bloody mail Don't play dumb get the drum and I hit the cell I had a knife and they tried to send my ass to jail