Lyrics
Liteease on the beat
Open your eyes, only goin' tell you one thing
Gotta keep your head on the swivel, you might hear the gun bang
That nigga just died, he was speakin' that gun language
Like lil' nigga this real life, this shit not a gun range
You talkin' that hot shit, nigga they will flame it
Throw the oop to the brodie, I know that he will bang it
They fuckin' with me cuz I keep it a hunnid like Wilt Chamberlain
I'm dropping a tape, man I'm sorry for the wait, like I'm Lil Wayne
I'm the man, they respect cause I stay in my own lane
Gettin' my own cash, doin' my own thing
Third eye open, I'm street smart niggas be bird brain
My bitch say I'm trippin', I act like I heard things
Better not hop in that water, this shit like a hurricane
Life is a gamble, you rollin' the dice like a board game
Try to backdoor for the green and they pullin' your cord mane
No sportsmanship in the field, ain't no yellin' out, good game
Uptop by the bricks, it's a hood thing
Peppermill Dr, imma run it up, givin' out hood chains
On the road to the riches, you don't see me, your eyes straining
I had dark thoughts in my brain, coming down with a migraine
I'm in some shit that go fast, I might hop in that wide thang
I'm by myself, cause these niggas be clowns like John Wayne (Gacy)
You don't listen to nothin', just listen to one thing
Keep on dissin' the dead, you gon' die from the gun language
Open your eyes, only goin' tell you one thing
Gotta keep your head on the swivel, you might hear the gun bang
That nigga just died, he was speakin' that gun language
Like lil' nigga this real life, this shit not a gun range
You talkin' that hot shit, nigga they will flame it
Throw the oop to the brodie, I know that he will bang it
They fuckin' with me cuz I keep it a hunnid like Wilt Chamberlain
I'm dropping a tape, man I'm sorry for the wait, like I'm Lil Wayne
I'm the man, they respect cause I stay in my own lane
Gettin' my own cash, doin' my own thing
Third eye open, I'm street smart niggas be bird brain