Letras
Al made it special
Corin
I swear this little life of mine is fucked up
Before I hit puberty, I was rolling with guns, tucked non-stop
Feds on me non-stop
Non stop, on me non-stop
Ops on me non-stop
Can't tear the block down with one shot
You get one chance
Make the most of it
If I'm not strapped, then there's someone 'round me holding it
Videos, we roll with it
Any car that drives up the road and tries to pop the
Doors, I'm looking at meats like put holes in it
We don't take bios but we wait a bit
This car's hot
It ain't legit
We got sticks
Take a pic
We got bricks
Take some bits
This pattern's 'bout to make me rich
I'm independent, taking risks
Me and Kay take the piss
I'm reasoning with P like you couldn't ever make this shit up
I went from doing kick-offs, jumping out, two sticks up
We shoot strips up
Don't involve me in no mix-up
My shank on me, it's tucked in case it goes tits up
Don't involve me in your beef
I'll give your ops waps for free
Free
I heard he's rapping but he's capping
He ain't mashing it on the G's
I've mashed works on your block
You ain't mashed none on mine
I can go broke by tomorrow
I'm still grateful I'm alive
Yo, the feds want me dead
My ops want me dead
Old friends want me dead
I'm stepping with clips full of lead
Don't get clicked in the head
Done it once, then again
I couldn't ever trust a bitch
I put my trust into these skengs
Yo, I swear this little life of mine is fucked up
Before I hit puberty, I was rolling with guns, tucked non-stop
Non stop, on me non-stop
Non stop, on me non-stop
Ops on me non-stop
Can't tear the block down with one shot
You get one chance
Make the most of it
If I'm not strapped, then there's someone 'round me holding it
Videos, we roll with it
Any car that drives up the road and tries to pop the
Doors, I'm looking at meats like put holes in it
They killed my bro, Jams
I was on tag
I never let it slide
That shit came off my leg
I spun it 'bout twenty times
I shot him from a close range
Booter's got a cold aim
I swear this is a cold game
I've been through the most pain
You ain't sat in jail and seen your mum cry
You can't draw rap if you ain't slapped
More than one guy, two guys, three guys
I shot one op, then done it three times
And I got packs flying
We ain't billing weed lines
Nah
What the fuck do you take me for?
What?
I shoot guys
Why you think they rate me for?
Why?
And why do Five-O wanna take me court?
Maybe 'cause my block's ruthless and break the laws
Yo, I stepped out of the ride
They couldn't see me in these shades
They can't chat to me if they ain't ran through hundreds at my age
You'll get a slap for free, running 'round chatting on my name
Fuck security
We're bringing hammers live on the stage
Yo, I swear this little life of mine is fucked up
Before I hit puberty, I was rolling with guns, tucked non-stop
Non stop, on me non-stop
Non stop, on me non-stop
Ops on me non-stop
Can't tear the block down with one shot
You get one chance
Make the most of it
If I'm not strapped, then there's someone 'round me holding it
Videos, we roll with it
Any car that drives up the road and tries to pop the
Doors, I'm looking at meats like put holes in it