I’d Be a Lie

Aye, I hopped in the field in my white ones And got some blood on em Beefing with the club owner I got this judge on me He don't want to let me in I cut the check and let em spin Before I lose, shit id cheat They don't want to let me win We got the drop on dem fuck niggas and bought F&Ns I brought the killers to your city We ain't checking in Gave em my trust, they let me down I can't do that again You miss your man then double back And hit your strap again AR on my lap and this bitch smacking just like Will Smith Glock won't do no jamming We ain't blasting out no clear clips Caught his homie, he was lacking could've killed him This score a hundred with this draco like big trip wilt About that cake, they blowing niggas candles out Two to Three weeks they camping out Come through regulating shit Like Warren G with hella Glocks Niggas rapping like El Chapo Ain't never sell a rock Shoot up every trap you be in You won't never set up shop Tripple never did no rat shit Tripple never helped the cops They be talking like they wack shit But ain't never held a chop He was cool til he told That pussy nigga failed the block And he still had to do time Them crackers ain't even let him out Gang nem giving head taps Break fast or get yo egg cracked Quit sending rookies on a mission You need to get yo bread back Watch how you talk, the feds tapped A hunnid pounds of dead pack Might fuck my lungs up All that rap dissing won't bring the dead back I'd be a lie if I said I had beef with niggas Ever had cash on yo head It make it hard to sleep lil nigga Running with some creatures Still will hop out on two feet lil nigga Its food on the plate I grab my knife and fork and eat lil nigga Shooting hot shit out this chopstick It spit fire just like a dragon A forty in my pants and thirty bands That's why I'm sagging Where ever you catch yo man just up yo blam And let him have it A nickel ain't no cash a dub will get em gone the fastest All these pussy niggas faggots If they ain't gay the niggas ratting And I ain't hanging, trip is solid as they come And I ain't capping Up the Glock and knock a fly right out the air My aim accurate Dis bitch sick put thirty two inside the clip But I ain't magic We shoot shots, it ain't baskets Dreadlocks and brain fragments Closed case and closed caskets More paper and more action A lot of switches too Hop up out that cut Mask on face strapped up like peek-a-boo Making posts instead of getting in that field That shit there bitches do Hit a nigga block up with this chopper And then go switch-a-roo Step on something forreal Might pop out and don't switch the shoe We make niggas disappear Don't stop til them bitches poof We shooting fifties out these Glocks We won't stop til these bitches through I'd be a lie if I said I had beef with niggas Ever had cash on yo head It make it hard to sleep lil nigga Running with some creatures Still will hop out on two feet lil nigga Its food on the plate I grab my knife and fork and eat lil nigga Shooting hot shit out this chopstick It spit fire just like a dragon A forty in my pants and thirty bands That's why I'm sagging Where ever you catch yo man Just up yo blam and let him have it A nickel ain't no cash a dub will get em gone the fastest