You wanted to fuckin' walk around these These is roaches These niggas is mere mortals I'm tryna push you to supreme You don't motherfuckin' You don't wanna embrace your You get by You wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark Where it's You can't handle the motherfuckin', the Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna
Mama's tryna me But she don't know I'm save her Man, them tried to play me Man, I got this paper You're nobody 'til kills you
"Blast for me" the last words from my On the pavement, born killers, shivers Drug money, figures moving out of rentals, art of war is mental Having down in Nobu Strapped like an soldier, nowhere to go to So bang, no survivors Only riders on my rider, murder rate niggas on their IG's, never; I be Still solo, Armour still Polo No wire, on My for fine 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 Casino Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to cars in the driveway If you cut it then you sideways, double up, pays
Mama's tryna me But she don't know I'm save her Man, them tried to play me Man, I got this paper nobody 'til somebody kills you
You fuckin' wanna walk around with these the fuck is their culture? Where the is their souls at? defines you? These niggas with fuckin' silly looks on their faces You wanna walk around with or you wanna walk with God, nigga! Make up got damn mind!
I'm from where the streets you Niggas mix business and pleasure the cocaine measure The narcotics is our The by-product, you up on me, I cock it New as it peels off Nothing the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all I my prayer as I'm countin' sheep really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me? The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more We kill 'em and 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 that 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, made me Touch mine until even keel Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven We City of the networks Cut a nigga off, how my nigga 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 talk Fuckin' jewelries and and Hublot's And fuckin' art niggas ain't got on their fuckin' walls And fuckin' mansions niggas got Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let their fuckin' staff, nigga You tell the truth, man The set you free, son The truth set you free