Shakin Back

Man, that's how I'm livin Two for thirty five, I just come out the H Hit it with Bolivia, a little lidocaine Twenty seven ounces, three nine pieces, I'm shakin' back My old hoe gon' fuck on the Sunday, can't wait for that H town, no phenol, we dealin' that Rumors hit my top every minute, I'm built for that If I could pray there, I could stay there, I ain't scared of nothing Your grandma stay there You gon lay there, boy, you scared to hustle Awh well, really yeah, name ringing bells And my neighborhood supply just got out the feds I'm pissing clean for my P.O., I'm a living legend Straight out the clink, fuck every C.O. who encounter Kevin White people showing love, niggas hating on me Say they got a cake baked and they waiting on me I went flat, had to scratch, women skated on me I prayed five times a day, I had to talk to God In Chicago, going hard, without a body guard I'm in control and I'm controlling 'em, I'ma shot caller Couple rappers, but they names I am not callin' Y'all gotta pay up that lil lease, I'ma land lord If you don't pay up what you owe, then I'ma stack for it Rubber bands, comin' in, on command Twenty seven ounces, three nine pieces, I'm shakin' back My old hoe gon' fuck on the Sunday, can't wait for that H town, no phenol, we dealin' that Rumors hit my top every minute, I'm built for that If I could pray there, I could stay there, I ain't scared of nothing Your grandma stay there You gon lay there, boy, you scared to hustle Awh well, really yeah, name ringing bells And my neighborhood supply just got out the feds Say he broke the seal, can I put him back on feet? And once he run it up, then he gonna put it back on me He tell me all these things and get mad if I don't agree Your habit stronger than your hustle, your hustle I don't believe In jail I run into you, know I go in there like lump Reason changed form, I thought we would stay in touch Booty hit the line, when he call me I'm finna come I'm jumping out the Rari, they think I don't gotta gun Whats happening nigga? Keep you something If not, I could take you up town and read you something about a spot I'm holding shop When shop gettin' hell for me You hanging by my trap, but you ain't ever sell nothing Twenty seven ounces, three nine pieces, I'm shakin' back My old hoe gon' fuck on the Sunday, can't wait for that H town, no phenol, we dealin' that Rumors hit my top every minute, I'm built for that If I could pray there, I could stay there, I ain't scared of nothing Your grandma stay there You gon lay there, boy, you scared to hustle Awh well, really yeah, name ringing bells And my neighborhood supply just got out the feds