40 II

Might be where RunAw at, you can't trust the united snakes

Give some prison reform for me
I'm tryna kill this lil' boy forty, 40's getting him a case
I’m popping out, forgot about it? not forgave
He shot to waste before he got to lace his laces waiting for the train

You 40, in my face
That rah rah nonsense so all that don’t reverberate
You a bird and giving feedback don’t regurgitate
Here’s why I get to color page on the court date

He deaded from a 44 they found my 38
I think you need to fire who evеr investigates
I answer all thе questions none of that shit resonates
I don’t remember, can’t recall it; I can’t tell a thing

Specially when what’s on the line, we talking cells and shit
You do bids up in the bing cause you can’t sell a pen
How else you think you got the right to author clever shit
I run the game, 11 years could run for president

I prayed to God that they would slump me so it’s leveled then
He prayed to God and then they slumped him, wasn’t listening
Don’t know who would he had to go, that boy was opposition
That’s all it ever is, it’s dead and then it’s nonexistent

Swimming with the fishes, his mars in cancer so you should’ve seen his mama face
When cops say that "there’s no operate, it’s not a trace"
Evidence is prison sentences, get to meditate
Visitation from super fans, come in and inseminate
Got a pussy pick and Imma get her shanked
Your princess wife running a little late
Cause she's a prison guard with my dinner plate
Give cid get thanked, tripping's my religion
Give kids more attention, yeah watch your children cause the bird that they burning is not a pigeon
Cause chaos and say it isn't Cloward Piven
Down the system, they only subjugate
Hold up dog, I said slow out the gate
You a pussy though, I can't relate
He gon' burn in hell, no pearly gates
You can not box with God you fucking snake
Think you can? It's deepa than you're grave
Can't afford to gamble, leave you maimed
Run up and put 40 in your face
Hindsight have you seeing fucking great