That's it
I was on the block with glocks smoking opps
Then we heard the sirens
Police question me aint say a thing i took an oath of silence
They know they aint street keep pushing me thats why they keep on dying
Free all my og's loved ones deceased that's why i don't be smiling
They had the nerve to tell me I cant do it
I had to boss up and get on my bully
You gotta hoe card and bitch ima pull it
All of your dead homies pearled in a wood
I might just stick wit this rap shit for good
Too many enimies too many hoods
Money real dirty i hit it with suds
Two dead opps only give me a buzz
Shorty 'nem sliding all night just because
No name dropping they know who it was
Foe nem only ones showed me some love
Twenty-two twelve bitch i hang with some thugs
Didn't want to fly by i walk up wit slugs
Get real close so i know who he was
Feel like im juice my jeans covered with blood
Blood on my jeans but i dont give a fuck
It is what it is
It aint what it aint
Gas too strong make a young nigga faint
Why is you hating i did what you cant
Gun in my hand its not on my waist
You cant hit this blunt lil bitch this a face
Slide all day we aint taking no breaks
Hit that luh corner im ducking the jakes
Tight knit circle got room for fakes
Rule number one get you a gun
Then start scoring bro go on a run
Thirty to seven we already won
But they keep woofing so we gotta show them
Rule number two
Do what you do
After you finish you dont leave a clue
Then flee the scene but dont lose your cool
Stay out of sight and dont make the news
Rule number three
Dont trap where you sleep
And stay by your heat
Cause this shit aint sweet
Rule number four
Go get some more
Run up your sack cause these niggas is poor
But soon as you get it these hoes gone adore
Fuck them and duck them aint cuffing no hoe
Rule number five
Watch for your guys
Keep your eyes open and notice the lies
The same ones you drill with will be your demise
Bust at the witness leave no one alive
Hold on hold on hold on I gotta change the flow on this bitch
These hoes they into me
Niggas envy me
They tried finish me
Don't need a drum im sending three
A terror to the enemy
Because they know it ain't no fear in me
Don't need no more friends wit me
Don't make bonds this ain't chemistry
Yea you trained to go
But is you trained to kill
You a pussy you ain't really in the field
Testing me will get yo stupid ass killed
I be capping off them pills i left em still
Niggas talking and get hit up in they face
Dont go talking like you with it and you ain't
Im a demon not no motherfucking saint
But i pray to god they stay up out my way
And if you did no bitch yes im dropping rakes
How yall didnt think that i notice the fakes
Aint got no motherfucking friends up in this up in this wraith
So please pussy just stay up in yo place
Hold on hold on bro what about Osama though
Bitch that's my brother not my mutherfucking friend
Im gone ride wit broski till the very end
And if i got a play i bet he's hoping in
One day i'm gone make for all of my sins
But it aint today so bitch we finna spin
Money