Snitches

Me and my brothers We came from the trench We use to share the same cloths Rock the same shoes Win My loc I told my nigga we going to win Say no more That is what he said Smoking and sipping his Hennessy Smoking and sipping his Hennessy Looking at how far we have been through With all the lessons and blessings and thuggin Plus all the niggas we lost too Plus all the niggas we lost too Life is not a bed of roses Some blessings so hard to comprehend Brothers are snitching on brothers For the bag many men gone For the bag many price paid With the price many men made That homie Judas is carrot For the bag many men slayed Eventually Snitches gonna get stitches All my life My og's taught me never to snitch Never to swear to the corps West Side I Have been on the Grind daily Trying to make a living Fuck your feelings Am gonna ball Lavish nigga Am a boss Making money To the core I don't care Yes I want more Am in Maldives To explore You talking time I have got the clock You talking toys Am talking glocks Am talking bread You talking crops That is the difference With the vision You counting three I am counting four My life is like an open cheque Am still on the road In no mans land I want more More and more Have got plenty But I want more It's time to open your eyes my nigga Real quick If he snitched once He is going to snitch twice Fact Real Recognize Real Anything you say Make you know say Snitches get stitches Snitches get stitches Any where you they Make you know say Men they dey watch you Men they dey watch you