Lord help me Protect me from all enemies all all together City Bloods
Right now my mad Everybody tryna make it, have my doing bad Damn I got get cash Gotta keep a mind, gotta keep one in the stash Goddamn this so sad him with his kids still took what he had Right now my mad Everybody get it but don't know where it's at
All the finessers gone me But chump better watch out for that KO and that better watch out for them fake blues If that damn ain't dotted up they ain't true The city mad 'cause ain't got it You do you want when you poppin' But everybody ain't I'm like the one out the city dropping So they gotta fuck with me, they got an option And I know hate that I got this far I wasn't supposed to it Moving like a boss with niggas I from way back Gun, K-four, check, I got to take that Known fact, don't get without the ham 'Cause leave your body shots on Instagram The nineteen-nineties all the Crips was But now the got it
Right now my mad Everybody tryna make it, have my doing bad I got get this cash Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta one in the stash this shit so sad Caught him with his still took what he had now my city mad Everybody tryna get it but know where it's at
Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred at meechy Yeah I'm doing hundred on the weekly, easy I'm a when it get greasy Kick the yadadamean? for sheezy Ha? Niggas mad the YG collab If it's funky it's So when you see me stacked Grind hard and asleep in the trap Tryna put my niggas on but we leave it at that Pull luck, come with the Mozzy If blood brain-dead that's a body Paypal jaypay, niggas is If I you that I got him, I got him, shit ain't nothin' Patrolling the circumference a youngin' It's in me, I'm thuggin' baby I love it I've some shit that you couldn't stomach The substance that I'm kissing the only way I can
now my city mad Everybody tryna make it, have my homies bad Damn I got get this Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta one in the stash Goddamn shit so sad him with his kids still took what he had Right now my mad Everybody tryna get it but don't where it's at
It's murder murder had to about this four-hundred been dead, so my real nigga's been mad Been tapped it off, been gettin' cash Down for whatever so this shit my back Wiggle off, really slide it's war nigga All my life was in that pen take that nigga Damn this shit is sad, bitch niggas making it Snitch niggas faking it, us real niggas is this way Bomb this shit, go ham when I'm talking I don't this Wild, the stash, on my daughter I can get it Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, 'bout my money I stopping I'm Slim to get it poppin' yeah Fuck y'all niggas, got no for y'all niggas Clear mind, ain't no with y'all niggas I fall back, get to bust at niggas I get this paper, can't look Four-hundred from the And Bompton shit nigga I stop, four-block