Give ‘Em Hell (feat. Merk, Moneym!Ll$, Blasé, Mickey Matta)

Do you choose to die or rot in a prison cell? Only few will live to tell When they arrive, we wish them well But if they want fire, we give 'em hell When the block is hot, the cool kids sweat they ass off Summertime I was barefooted on the asphalt Southwest and Catclaw, running into buildings Where I'm from only way of making millions is a scratch-off My niggas penny-pinching If they catch a case on the paper chase Shit, I don't see'em any different Nah, they just reacting to the tension When the heat hit the street, the whole city is a kitchen Flame out the glock It claim bodies like a coroner She saying all I talk about is paper and that I'm boring her My gang partner smoke'ya the pump off in your cornea His main broad a local, the jump off is a foreigner I'm riding like life ain't nothing but pistols, bitches and hindsight 4-way Seventh Street holding the pen, still don't know what I'd write If I could do it over again still do just what I like Last kingdom Aethel big killa death proof BOW! Do you choose to die or rot in a prison cell? Only few will live to tell When they arrive, we wish them well But if they want fire, we give 'em hell Kick back relax and let the paint drip Nikes on my feet, I gotta stay crisp 9 Double M it's Slim I alway stay with Whole team can push out pounds, we like to stay fit Stay there, don't come close we'll close case you Leave no cases get smoked in rotation So dangerous, hold up this hoe banging And really I just wanna know what the hell y'all was thinking Trying to make a lot and turn it into a lot more When they gon' learn, we ain't playing with these folks Bitch, I'm a problem, you a goddamn joke They gonna run it back like it's crack what I wrote Swear that these raps hit the back of your nose Swear that this nine ain't gon miss when it blow I'm back in this hoe, I know they wish I was still gone They just mad that I wouldn't put them on, but you know huh? Do you choose to die or rot in a prison cell? Only few will live to tell When they arrive, we wish them well But if they want fire, we give 'em hell Wild wild west where the shit get crazy 4-way made me 4-bar baby