Lyrics

Are my raps that I'm rapping to my community shouldn't be filled with rage? You know I'm sayin' They should be filled with the same atrocities that they gave to me In the media they don't talk about it So in my raps, I have to talk about it And it just seems fun, because, there's one else is talkin' about it I'm a drug dealer bitch I deal drugs My niggas ain't rappers, they the real thugs Maximum capacity is filled up Kill switch on a stick I'm tryna kill something How you fuckin' with them suckers, but it's still love? You don't really love me that ain't real love If the brick's sealed up, tell 'em line it in I'ma pay what niggas charging on my mama kids Sacrifice it all when I'm tryna win Shit don't go as planned we gon' try again Run on top op, 'cause I'm tryna live It only hold ten shots, I'ma fire ten Head first in the funk, I'd be diving in So when we finally bump heads know what time it is My name ring bells through the city streets Any friend of mine, we gon' share the same enemies Sacrifice it all when I'm tryna win If the shit don't go as planned we gon' try again Run on top op, 'cause I'm tryna live It only hold ten shots, I'ma fire ten Head first in the funk, I'd be diving in So when we finally bump heads know what time it is My name ring bells through the city streets Any friend of mine, share the same enemy They find the hammer in the car, I'ma take the charge Say that thang mine before I say it's ours Told youngin', "Stay in school", he tried to say "It's hard" Street shit ain't what it seem never make it far Prison bars make a man out you little niggas Run on top down a op, kill a nigga Right hand to the sky on the fallen shooters Niggas throw they life away like they ain't got a future You know I want when they see me They know that everyday when I'm breathing It's, it's suppose to go farther, yo know Every time I speak I want the truth to come out You know I'm sayin, every time I speak I want 'em shivering You know, I don't want them to be like they know what I'm gonna say 'Cause it's polite They know what I'm gonna say And even if I give you trouble You know I'm sayin, that, ain't that what we supposed to do? They find a hammer in the car I'ma take the charge I'ma say that thang mines 'fore I say it's ours Told youngin', "Stay in school", he tried to say, "It's hard" Street shit ain't what it seem, you never make it far Prison bars make a man out you little niggas Run on top down a op, tryna kill a nigga Right hand to the sky on the fallen shooters Niggas throw they life away like they ain't gotta future It is what it is I'm Gucci though They say the homies woofin' on me, niggas goofy though Little Iphone 6 is full of nookie hoes Rockin' the Gucci slippers with my Truese on Hip bone with the tooly on, stewy wit it Attach a bag to his stomach, let him dookie in it But the hood would never be the same without the goonies in it You takin' pictures with the suckas you look bootsie in it Sacrifice it all when I'm tryna win Remember my name is not supoenaed Not uttered, you know I'm saying That's good for me, bdecause I don't want to be forgotten If I'm forgotten then that means I'm comfortable And that means I think everything is okay
Writer(s): Timothy Cornell Patterson, Stephen Fain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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