41 Ways

(Droski) baow
(Young Madz) oGz the fuck up
(Chee on the beat)
Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

Nobody ever wrote shit for me, nigga
You dumb? All of this shit off the top
If I never was rappin' or
Tryna make music, then bitch
I'd be stuck on my block
That lil' nigga should've stayed in college
He gon' get put in a box
'Cause it's forty-one ways to get killed
Forty-one ways to get shot

They know we comin' in with the Scott
And we can get in with the chop
See a soul if I see me an opp
See the Gz, so we gotta drill on the dot
Free the Os in the field
They be wildin', on bro
Niggas got it on lock
My opps rеactin' to videos now
Y'all niggas just gotta stop
I know the real, I knеw
Them niggas who's whack
They was just livin' on Flock
We made them niggas pay us for a feature
I was on court and y'all was on the bleachers
And I taught half y'all niggas how to rap
I was movin' like a teacher
And they sayin' that she not
That gang no more
Niggas still gon' bleach her
They got me mad, I gotta
Talk, we ain't have V's, we had to walk
Now I be gettin' money from
My label, get drip
I don't care what it costs
And I know that I'm winnin' this shit
But I prepared for a loss
When it really come down to this street life
Bitch niggas know that I'm ready to toss
Grrah

Nobody ever wrote shit for me, nigga
You dumb? All of this shit off the top
If I never was rappin' or
Tryna make music, then bitch
I'd be stuck on my block
That lil' nigga should've stayed in college
He gon' get put in a box
'Cause it's forty-one ways to get killed
Forty-one ways to get shot (Grrah, grrah)
Nobody ever wrote shit for me, nigga
You dumb? All of this shit off the top
If I never was rappin' or
Tryna make music, then bitch
I'd be stuck on my block
That lil' nigga should've stayed in college
He gon' get put in a box
'Cause it's forty-one ways to get killed
Forty-one ways to get shot