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