Letras
I keep a Glock in my hand and my block on command
But I'm ready to expand for the fa-a-a-amily
Cookin' up 200bands with the pot on the stove
Like I'm Ramsay
I just put the cans in the whip
20bands on the rims of the Camry
Grew up where the lights don't shine
And the door stays closed like the pantry
Undereducated, highly dedicated
Very aggravated, lately irritated
Who cares if you're famous when your life is taken
Look into my face and you could read it
It was a Tuesday, I was sippin' Duce
Chasin' after women, breakin' windows would amuse me
Block is hot, jacuzzi,
police walk up rudely
They start to accuse me, bitch, What did you say
Bitch, what did you say
I wasn't responsive, I lost all my conscience
Mom I shot a cop, I turned into a monster
I can't ever be stopped, they press me like re-rock
Now I'm sellin' re-rock, please don't let me be caught
I'm doin' my research, can't afford to be searched
I just tasted blood, it's makin' all my teeth hurt
Sellin' behind the church, my mind is on the verge
The way I've been livin', I might end up on a T-shirt
I'm just tryna breathe, nothin's guaranteed
Radars been on high, so I'm stayin' underneath
Bitch, I did my deed, gotta stay discreet
People getting harder to believe I keep a
Glock in my hand, and my block On command, but I'm ready to expand for the family
Yeah, cookin' up two hundred bands
With the pot on the stove like I'm Ramsay
Yeah, I just put the cans in the whip
Twenty fours on the rim of the Camry
Yeah, do it where the lights don't shine
And the door stays closed like the pantry
Yeah, I was on the run, now I'm on the hunt
Chopper hit your head, boy, I could make you dumb
One shot to the lung, key word, there is 1
One slip of the tongue and you Gon' see that you in deep Shit
Some runaway from me Shit
Police try to talk to me I've never ever seen Shit
Tryna flip a key shit
Wasn't meant for me shit
Grew around some people who said I would never be shit
Bitch, I'll knock your ass unconscious
Grew up stealin' watches
You better be cautious, I'll put you in the hospice
I know about my wrongness, it used to make me nauseous
But now I never shed a tear like Johnson & Johnson
Speeding down the highway, tags ain't good on my plates
Pushin' Becca Black, but I ain't talkin' bout Friday
Money comin' my way, till the day I die day
Hard pill to swallow like you tryna take it sideways
I'm just tryna eat, nothing's guaranteed
Radar's been on high, so I'm stayin' underneath
Bitch, I did my deed, gotta stay discreet
People getting harder to believe, You better stay away from me
I keep a Glock in my hand and my block on command
But I'm ready to expand for the family
Yeah, cookin' up 200 bands with the pot on the stove
Like I'm Ramsay
Yeah, I just put the cans in the whip
20 bands on the rims of the Camry
Yeah, grew up where the lights don't shine
And the door stays closed like the pantry