Make Em Sing (feat. Trouble Doms)

Told her bring back the love that she gave to me
Got a brother and a momma, who gon pray for me
Got a shooter to my left, who gon spray for me
Boy I feel like Spike Lee how I’m steppin’ on the scene
I was sittin’ in a cell at age thirteen
You got this image in your head, but it’s not how it seem
Snakes in the field if you know what I mean
Got the choppas in the back, and we can make em all sing
I was sittin’ in a cell at age thirteen
You got this image in your head, but it’s not how it seem
Snakes in the field if you know what I mean
Got the choppas in the back, and we can make em all sing
Lately my nigga, I’ve been countin’ all these Benjamin’s
Sippin’ on that medicine
Your block is my settlement
OG, cuz I’m smokin’ on that president
O me, pockets full of dead presidents
You been tellin’ lies, baby please just tell the truth
You thought I was somewhere else, but I was chillin’ in the booth
I got racks now, baby that’s just what I do
Pull up on the gang, they’ll drippin’ shirt to shoe
Pull up on the gang drippin’ I’m like this that
Pull up baby, and we hit em with a mismatch
Keep that fake shit from me baby I ain’t with that
We can really talk if you want talk them big bags
Told her bring back the love that she gave to me
Got a brother and a momma, who gon pray for me
Got a shooter to my left, who gon spray for me
Boy I feel like Spike Lee how I’m steppin’ on the scene
I was sittin’ in a cell at age thirteen
You got this image in your head, but it’s not how it seem
Snakes in the field if you know what I mean
Got the choppas in the back, and we can make em all sing
Trouble in this bitch, and I’m countin’ all green
Yeah my new bitch so bad, treat her like a queen
Lil’ nigga talkin’ shit, leave his ass on the scene
V lone thug, see the V on my tee yeah
Dirty stick to the talkin’ for me
Know I got a yoppa on me
Say the wrong words ima let that shit bang
Nigga come correct, never same my name in vein
She say ima heartthrob takin’ on the pain
Told her bring back the love that she gave to me
Got a brother and a momma, who gon pray for me
Got a shooter to my left, who gon spray for me
Boy I feel like Spike Lee how I’m steppin’ on the scene
I was sittin’ in a cell at age thirteen
You got this image in your head, but it’s not how it seem
Snakes in the field if you know what I mean
Got the choppas in the back, and we can make em all sing