Letras
If you mind your business, you'll last longer than your opps will
Just look at all my enemies, most already got killed
And that was all just God's will
Park Hill to Hartville
Make sure all the jars sealed
Don't leave till the car's filled
It's the 215 soup kitchen cartel
Bundles got the new car smell
We purchased parcels from hard sales
In 95 trips we getting off still
Gun the same color as the guardrail
I don't want chill I been taking risky steps trying to hit these licks
I can make your bitch your ex if my wrist reflects
I lost my man, I been in darkness ever since he left
My bro got jammed and they told him how they gonna get me next
But they don't know I'm Pat Mahones out the empty set
Money on the floor when we bet I need a hefty check
Your friend that went against me check
Nothing fet
Whatever else address that shit with Jekielek
If you mind your business, you'll last longer than the beef you got
If you got the bag to put up on him, you don't need to drop
Look, I don't care who's knocking at the door, babe, just keep it locked
This microwave heats the rock, she don't get to sleep a lot
My man never had a brick, he probably never seen a doc
My first role on TV, I got to rob an RIP a cop
In the neighborhood, I'm making frequent stops
Now my exes all wanna know if we can talk
Look, they can take their love away, just make sure you keep the gwap
They don't wanna win in life, they just wanna beat the opps
Burning all your bridges trying to eat only feeds the sharks
Devil want your soul, your baby mama wanna bleed your heart
Made my own Smoker's Club, shit all we had was tree and heart
We always had to bleed for ours, the only way to get respect, nothing fet
Whatever's left, send direct to Jekielek