Letras
I state the facts when I rap
You state the facts you's a rat
We was on the cell block
Black and white
We looked at that
When I started juggin' crack
There was no more lookin' back
Just take a look at where I'm at
You can tell I ain't look back
The county I went back
First day I was back on
Few of my niggas gone
Feel good since TriggaH back home
Brody always kept a two-tone
Or that fat chrome
Standin' tall
Weight of the world
Up on my backbone
Still the same Dennis,
Lil' badass, all of that
Used to be up on some other shit
Now I'm off of that
More hunger, same hustle
Nigga, I can't alter that
Call about an issue
They wanna know where the problem at
I done walked through the rain and mud
Just to spark at that
Love my niggas
Never had to question
Where they hearts is at
The money anywhere that I see it
Is where I'm parkin' at
The money anywhere that I see it
Is where I'm parkin' at
Listen how the K spit
Still keep the flame lit
Shit you niggas doin' right now
On God I been did
Get greasy over PZ
Take a life over TriggaH Mike
Shots out the Glock bro
You thought this was a fistfight
On this 9-5
Still pluggin' off this iPhone
You niggas on the block
Tweakin' asking' why the pack gone
Play about the money
Then I'm on a murder mission
Homicide in my eyes
If you trippin' off my vision
Few months in the county
Knocked it out
Then I shook the bitch
Had to bust a move
And get on like a light switch
Fuck a drive-by
My niggas doin' walk-ups
Bare face a nigga
Now he's shot, gettin' starstruck
1738
Gone really out of space
One phone call, don't trip bro
I'm on the way
Gotta make it happen, no cappin
I ain't finna play
Cuddy just called
Said it's time to bring out the K
Drenchy, he think it's peachy
Like we up in Georgia
Nigga, if it's a problem
Then I'm comin' toward ya
Steam team, we cover up
And let the chopper sword ya
Then we keep it lit, cause nowadays
The whole block record ya
My whole circle always tell me
Niggas hella soft
They act hard
Tryna throw a nigga hella off
I always say that one act
Is what a shell would cost
Close range
Tryna knock his motherfuckin' melon off
Now who you know
That keep the flame lit
I'm up in traffic, my eyes on niggas
That lane switch
I'm cuttin' ties with you niggas
That's on the same shit
Gotta strategize, without it
You never gain shit
Never hurt to pop a pain pill
Cause the pain sick
Free all of my animals
I was locked in a cage with
I be goin' crazy
My lyrics on some deranged shit
Yeah, I shoot my shot
And I just can't miss, yeah