Lyrics

People dying, better pick a side You already know how my hitters ride I got money for dracos Better lay low, or your ass will be chicken fried (Ghosty) Most of my problems got minimized They get involved just to criticize I can't wait till I bend and slide Shine, I'm eating food like its dinner time My pops was a killer but I made it bigger So fuck it it's up and I'm killing too I know why they hate 'cause I been the truth If my bro is spinning, then I'm spinning too Bitch, you think this fame is gon' stop me from catching a body? You wish, I'm still catching withdrawals from my last body Woo K Your bro did a crime, now you pay If bitches start running their lips, like they with the shits Thеy get hit with like two strays Ain't nobody safe that's what's Cho'ing on Look at thе news like, "What's going wrong?" Just pay attention, the show is on If I ever catch a opp, I'ma let the Glock pop until his shoulder gone You don't know who you dealing with, I'ma show you I went to jail, I couldn't make bail But I did not tell nigga, I don't owe you I'm international, y'all is local If you looking for help, listen I'll coach you Whenever it's war then you meet the Ghost Just look at my face you can see the Cho Brooklyn The home of the gooey sauce, that's where niggas get pita rolled Shots fired now, it's free the bro Some killers owe me, I don't need to blow Oh, you sure you wanna war with demons? Do a drill then we shop at Nieman's It's for the thrill I don't need a reason Just to see a spill, that is so relieving Shine, I admit (I admit), I have a lot that been on my mind (on my mind) I'm one of the greatest, it won't be too long before I resign I'm only here for the dollar sign They mention my name, I ain't got the time Why? 'Cause I got the format How you know that these rappers is all, whack I'm tryna get the drop, give him 32 shots Leave his brain on his doormat I'm a boss I didn't need a deal I got the keys to the streets still, shine I'm always equipped This gun that I got on my hip, it done hit 5 guys They not with the shits They make a diss and go snitch, that's 6iine vibes But we gon' save that for another story They want the fame but I just want the glory A perc 10 it ain't do nothing for me I'm working, I got a dozen shorties None of this murder shit new to me, please do not die off of jewelry (jewelry) Russian roulette and it's you and me I be tripping off of foolery Remember the days it was cool to be dipping and running from truancy (truancy) My motto was squeeze first So why do they think that they shooting me? Drippin' Dior and Amiri I'm shining, they tryna get near me I'm a boss no you cannot compare me I'm watching the people that fear me I told you first, better pick a side, or better yet just say you not Woo We been spinning for some years now If your bro ain't dead then we shot you (shine) (If your bro ain't dead then we shot you) (Better pick a side, or better yet just say you not Woo)
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Jamaal Barrow, Mashonda K. Tifrere, Culture Bermudez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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