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