Lord me father Protect me all enemies all evil all together City Bloods
Right now my mad tryna make it, have my homies doing bad Damn I got get this keep a clear mind, gotta keep 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 know where at
All the gone hate me But chump watch out for that KO and that lean Y'all better watch out for them blues If that damn M-30 dotted up they ain't true The city mad everybody ain't got it You do you want when you poppin' But everybody poppin I'm like the one out the city dropping So they fuck with me, they ain't got an option And I know hate that I got this far I wasn't to make it Moving like a with niggas I knew from way back Gun, K-four, check, I got to take that Known fact, get caught without the ham 'Cause they'll your body shots on Instagram The all the Crips was poppin' But now the got it
Right now my mad Everybody tryna make it, have my homies bad Damn I got get cash keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash Goddamn this so sad Caught him with his kids took what he had Right now my mad tryna get it but don't know where it's at
Yeah, off the dribble, shot at meechy Yeah I'm doing hundred shells on the weekly, I'm a when it get greasy the yadadamean? that's for sheezy Ha? Niggas mad the YG collab If it's funky funky So you see me it's stacked Grind hard and asleep in the trap Tryna put my niggas on but we leave it at that Pull luck, fuck with the Mozzy If blood brain-dead considered a body jaypay, niggas is Charlie If I told you I got him, I got him, shit ain't nothin' Patrolling the since a youngin' It's embedded in me, I'm baby I love it I've witnessed some shit that you stomach The that I'm kissing the only way I can function
now my city mad Everybody tryna make it, have my homies bad Damn I got get cash Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the Goddamn this so sad Caught him his kids still took what he had now my city mad Everybody tryna get it but know where it's at
It's murder murder had to about this four-hundred Chaos been dead, so my nigga's been mad Been tapped it off, gettin' this cash Down for so this rapping shit my back Wiggle off, slide when it's war nigga All my was in that pen take that store nigga Damn this shit is sad, these bitch niggas it Snitch niggas it, us real niggas is paving this way Bomb this shit, go ham when I'm talking I feel this Wild, robbed the stash, on my I can get it Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, 'bout my I ain't stopping I'm Slim to get it poppin' yeah Fuck niggas, got no love for y'all niggas Clear mind, no trust with y'all niggas I fall back, get to bust at niggas I get this paper, can't back Four-hundred the block And this shit nigga I never stop,