You wanted to fuckin' walk around roaches niggas is roaches 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 don't wanna go into the dark Where lonely You can't handle the motherfuckin', the Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna
Mama's save me But she don't know I'm save her Man, them niggas tried to me Man, I got this paper You're nobody somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the words from my nigga On the pavement, born killers, body Drug money, figures moving out of rentals, art of war is mental Having sushi in Nobu Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to So bang, no survivors Only riders on my rider, murder rises Stalkin' on their IG's, never; I be solo, Under Armour still Polo No wire, on My desire for things made me a liar, a shooter Gettin' high feeling it's voodoo lives, SK with the cooler Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E I pray you with me Go to bed with a kilo like Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino Pretty in the driveway If you cut it then you sideways, double up, pays
Mama's save me But she know I'm tryna save her Man, them niggas tried to me Man, 'til I got this You're nobody somebody kills you
You fuckin' wanna walk around with niggas? What the fuck is culture? Where the fuck is souls at? defines you? These niggas with these fuckin' silly on their faces You wanna walk around with them or you wanna with God, nigga! Make up got damn mind!
I'm where the streets test you mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure The is our product The by-product, you up on me, I cock it New as it peels off penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all I said my prayer as I'm countin' Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you me? The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more We kill 'em and taking bitches, R.I.P on a winter night Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know winners like And I'm never on tour bus Just a decoy for niggas, the for two of us Ciroc boys down to die for My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, me filthy Touch until it's even keel Like I'm knowing every will, closed the deal with Steven Hill We City of the networks Cut a nigga cast off, how my net worths
Mama's save me But she don't I'm tryna save her Man, them niggas tried to me Man, 'til I got paper You're 'til somebody kills you
Fuck you wanna about? Fuckin' jewelries and and Hublot's And fuckin' art niggas ain't got on their fuckin' walls And fuckin' niggas ain't got Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let their fuckin' staff, nigga You gotta the truth, man The set you free, son The truth will set you