Letra

Uh huh It's real glorious Painful at the same time though I know y'all hear me Presidential Yeah When two gangstas collide You can look a nigga eye to eye And tell him why Somebody probably gotta die Them niggas sitting plotting our demise We on the rise These two gangstas arrive A man is not a man without his pride It's no surprise Our main goal's to survive Until my soul's floating in the sky I tell 'em why Me and Gibbs back to back fuck the middleman Big --- say hello to my little friend On the corner playing dice until I win again Fuck the law, put me in the ring to fight Zimmerman Come inside looking for a fingerprint We at the rose bar toasting to my ignorance These crackers can't believe that I'm innocent Jon Gotti swag hopping in the limo Benz The gritty tales from a nigga from a dark block Rest in peace to that nigga that's from far rocks And to this very day it's still a soft spot I wish I had a last word before his heart stopped That's why these rap niggas is a joke Every nigga got a choppa, every nigga selling coke I'm the type of nigga that you don't wanna approach Killing paper with this pen get this money then I rolled When two gangstas collide You can look a nigga eye to eye And tell him why Somebody probably gotta die Them niggas sitting plotting our demise We on the rise These two gangstas arrive A man is not a man without his pride It's no surprise Our main goal's to survive Until my soul's floating in the sky I tell 'em why Yeah, this that razor sharp guillotine rap Straight after that Imma microwave ---- Trip to New York I bet niggas bag what I bring back Life sentence worth of dope in the trunk I done seen that OGs never showed me was way too greedy to teach me I'll chug a deuce and throw up the Rollie no need for speakin' Don't need a ---- I'll pop out with that choppa --- pussy police --- That Dolce and that super sport I'm valet parking no caddy you in that ---- boy Black 45 with no --- that's how I knew ya boy Figure what the fuck you got shooter if you ain't gon' use 'em for You lose it boy gangsta got your bitch to plug me with Barry White on the Beats Pill Freddie came baby the wolf dressed as the sheep still Nigga went from straight dime status to dirty black bastard Evil seed till I bleed, hold it dow for Ransom When two gangstas collide You can look a nigga eye to eye And tell him why Somebody probably gotta die Them niggas sitting plotting our demise We on the rise These two gangstas arrive A man is not a man without his pride It's no surprise Our main goal's to survive Until my soul's floating in the sky I tell 'em why
Writer(s): Randy Jay Nicholls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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