Texty

I'm willing to go up the furthest length Under any extent a nigga play so I pray for my enemies Can't let 'em get rid of me It might be the day, any day you get blown away I'ma shoot broad day if he temptin' me Been in the streets and I been through enough Just to know not to ever show sympathy (never) The Devil got into me, but I'm blessed with a sense So I know when you envy me, I play off energy So don't be an enemy, I pray for my enemies (I pray for my enemies) So be safe to my enemies, I don't play with my enemies, aye We lost Kobe, we made the trenches bleed, crushin' opps like centipedes Now we back in the lead, now I'm rich Is they still gon' love when a nigga leave? (They still gon' love me?) Heart cold like Christmas Eve But I still show love to my hood like it's Christmas Eve Been through and shit, wasn't easy I tell you some shit right you wouldn't even believe it How I make it out? I don't know either Well, I meant hard work, and not leaving the house with no hollows Hot like a fever, outside riding the East we got 120 shots in four-seaters And that's how we beat 'em I had to go make a way for my niggas 'cause I was the leader Glock 23 or the Nina, both of them bitches got work on them, I can't decide it either Might as well ride with both of 'em, I was gon' ride with either Fuck it, know the way we did niggas they gotta retaliate, we wasn't hiding either Went way up on the score, did that shit with ease And we still let niggas breathe (no bap) Clip in the AR, same size as a niggas sleeve (no bap) Paranoid, come close, make a real scene, revenge on we I still grieve it I don't fear no man, let a trigger squeeze I don't gotta squeeze triggers, got a lil' cheese Used to play in the grass 'fore I got in the streets Then I turned 15, started sellin' trees Used to pass to Roc' how he pass the rock Now I'm passing Glocks like my boy Steve Nash, young niggas moving a little too fast Play and we blast (blast), niggas wanted to drill Wasn't thinking 'bout cash Got in my first high-speed, did the dash and crashed, damn Snuck my pipe into school, I was totin' a MAG in class (no bap) Damn (damn), we saw an opp and I bet when he looked in the mirror at home He ain't know that today be his last I know we gon' catch you, if you with your lady or baby you may get a pass (maybe) Whenever we catch you, we hop out and stretch you, Lord bless you These niggas hoods be nothing 'cause I come from Essex and my block hectic We hop out and X 'em We hop out extra and making a mess of 'em Turned out depression now we having less of it Man, we did what we did how we did it, so ain't worried 'bout the rest of 'em Shorty and 'em itchin' to wet somethin' (itchin') Yours versus mine, we gon' end up on top, let's bet somethin' Nothing but killers and riders Nothing but dealers, I hung with gorillas, we stronger than niggas divided And we shootin' at whatever shit we decided (grrah) Chillin', we already tried it, they drillin' forever and ain't no denying it They sliding for nothing, ain't nobody even outside that need to be fired at I'm facin' a blunt while I drive, plottin' on a homicide I don't know where my mind at (yeah) I'm up a new milli' and ain't even got on my grind yet, for real Still tryna make new money, I got old money, shit Like where you find that? (Where you find that?) Boss shit, whatever number got digits and commas behind that It don't even cost shit, cheating your wrist Wonder why we can't see where your shine at (fuck nigga) Say you getting money then chasing after hoes is where we find you at Nigga where your time at?
Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Herbert Randall Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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