You wanted to fuckin' around these roaches These niggas is These niggas is mere motherfuckin' I'm tryna push you to supreme You don't wanna You don't wanna embrace your You get by You wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark Where lonely You can't handle the motherfuckin', the Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' the shit is gonna stop
Mama's tryna me But she don't know I'm save her Man, them niggas tried to me Man, I got this paper You're 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the words from my nigga On the pavement, born killers, body Drug money, dollar Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is Having sushi down in like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to So bang, no survivors riders on my rider, murder rate rises Stalkin' niggas on IG's, never; I be Still solo, Under Armour Polo No wire, on My desire for fine things made me a liar, a Gettin' feeling like it's voodoo lives, SK with the cooler Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E I you smoke with me Go to bed with a like Casino Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino cars in the driveway If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime
Mama's tryna me But she don't know I'm tryna her Man, them niggas to play me Man, 'til I got paper You're 'til somebody kills you
You fuckin' wanna walk around with these the fuck is their culture? Where the fuck is souls at? defines you? These niggas with fuckin' silly looks on their faces You wanna around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga! Make up got damn mind!
I'm from where the test you Niggas mix business and where the cocaine measure The is our product The by-product, you walk up on me, I it New Mercedes as it off Nothing penetrates the steel doors, signs, see 'em all I my prayer as I'm countin' sheep Never really athletic, but I for keeps, do you feel me? The mortician, the morgue fillin' more snitches We kill 'em and taking bitches, R.I.P Chinchillas on a night bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like And I'm never on tour bus Just a decoy for niggas, the for two of us Ciroc down to die for Diddy My niggas ride for less, it real, homie, made me filthy mine until it's even keel Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal Steven Hill We Magic City of the Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net
Mama's tryna me But she don't I'm tryna save her Man, them tried to play me Man, 'til I got paper nobody 'til somebody kills you
Fuck you wanna about? Fuckin' jewelries and and Hublot's And fuckin' art that niggas got on their fuckin' walls And fuckin' mansions niggas got Niggas can't pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, nigga You tell the truth, man The set you free, son The truth set you free