I'ma make more noise, Tay
F that, hurry up, hurry up
Uh, leave, uh, uh
He ain't got no work under his belt, he can't go
We don't do emotion, they know that's somethin' we can't show
He ain't put in on his new opp pack when he can't blow
That block was a lil' too long and he ran slow
We gon' get back for my niggas, we vowed and we really did it
They compared me to Boosie, he rap and he really with it
Niggas never did nothin' to one of mine and admit it
Got the drop, we went up top on that nigga, he shitted
We gon' only tell the truth and then you can Google the proof
We gon' let that nigga hang hisself, just give him the noose
Niggas know I'm from the deuce, it's gon' take a while to get used
Five-seveN sound like a flute, duck by that truck and go through it
I'm so deep inside the trenches like I'm still there when I leave
Blood be drippin' when I cry, inhale gun smoke when I breathe
I could tell you what we did, but you probably ain't gon' believe
Body snatchin' like we thieves, that's the proper way to grieve
Hit my knees and beg the Lord forgive me, but here come your child
They can try whatever, but only gon' do what you allow
Niggas foul, they took my brother, he his mother only child
That's why I ain't smile in a while, I tried forgive, I don't know how
Rantin', I throw in the towel, this real life, this ain't no style
Walked our son to his ditch before he could walk down the aisle
Tears drippin' down my mom's face, somebody gotta pay for that
He came to her crib and hit her son, he in the way for that
We take that shit the furthest when it's war, we don't play with that
Astaghfirullah, my ratchet in the masjid, I pray with that
Told me bring that pain back, but I was tryna change that
Spin, he got hit, but not bent, so we came back
Close enough to touch, they guarantee hit what I aim at
That nigga had his pole, we still sent his soul where the rain at
We ain't vow the words, got in that room, ain't say a word
We don't really know who did it, we gon' go off what we heard
Freakin' sense of paranoia, gotta keep
One up in the head (One up in the head)
How I'm supposed to sleep when I know
Killers want me dead? (Want me dead)
How nobody get us caught up for it? He turned fed
He ain't have to cop, he could've beat it, but he pled
He can't pour his pain out, so fuck it, he pour lean out
Tryna free my niggas, but the feds broke my team up
Shooter for his school and the gang, fuck his dreams up
Tryna slide during Ramadan, fuck this deen up
Inshallah, they never catch us, I'm still ridin' with these Crips
I been prayin' for forgiveness, only sliders in this whip
My little brother, he go sick, just want choppers and new drip
Made a movie, got away, then he got caught up with that stick
I call the killers, then they poppin' out, slid, we shot it out
It hold thirty, take the ass, if it get used, we swap it out
Block of zombies, hood thriller, he can't trap, he just a driller
Ain't go see the homie mama yet, we still ain't killed his killer
Fuck to talk about, slaughterhouse, six closest homies
God lift 'em up and walk 'em out
He ain't really bangin', he just from around there, stall him out
Turnt him into Casper, sometimes daddy
Pick up, sometimes I feel like a bastard
Sent some niggas to the pastor, washed the body, wrapped it
I threw up in his Janazah, he survive and
Die, it's still a body that we capture
Devil in my ear, I hear his laughter
Catch him lackin', we gon' climb him with that ladder
Harlem Gangsta captions when we catch him, "Where his pipe at?"
I say if he can't do it sober, he ain't like that
Used his last stamp, that dirty bitch ain't even write back
Take my chain, I want his life, don't want no fuckin' ice back
Opp pack, a pound of blow, caught it on tape
I ain't claimin' it, it's ours though
Know it's eighty thousand, I don't trust him, still count it though
Gotta sit it in the water, not too long, don't drown it though
Lost my mind when Blink died, we smoked the opp, I found it though
Gotta pick a side, I peep your style, I see you playin' both
They say love don't cost a thing, I swear to God I paid the most
Sent the youngest killers 'cause they hungry, he been layin' low
Homie did a dozen, he ain't stressin', he got eight to go
We ain't had no foreigns, just a stolie and a pole
Only Ghosts around my hood is a couple niggas sold
We ain't had no foreigns, just a stolie and a pole
Only Ghosts around my hood is a couple niggas sold
Freakin' sense of paranoia, gotta keep
One up in the head (One up in the head)
How I'm supposed to sleep when I know
Killers want me dead? (Want me dead)
How nobody get us caught up for it? He turned fed
He ain't have to cop, he could've beat it, but he pled
He can't pour his pain out, so fuck it, he pour lean out
Tryna free my niggas, but the feds broke my team up
Shooter for his school and the gang, fuck his dreams up
Tryna slide during Ramadan, fuck this deen up
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