I mix nation for free
They gotta understand
I don't like games, I don't do too much playing
Three little boys, three little girls
I'm a grown up man
Menace to society, I was running streets, that's where I stand
Since poked out, standing on ten toes
What you saying?
I raised a lot of shooters, they beside me, they not under me
Cross tracks, legends, throwing fours
What they gonna be? So run, yeah
Got some hitters up that cross the creek
And they gon' gun, yeah
Before I bought the J's up on my feet
We bought some guns, yeah
Rapping just for fun, yeah
A certified member, plus my heart cold like December
And I'm running with some killers
If I slide, I know they with me
Traumatized from all these killers
People still call us the hitters
Cup of snakes and they got venom
Screech cold for real
I'm in the hood, I know the fiends
They gon' tell where you live
Heard them LA boys come around the corner
All they know is drill
Niggas killing who you love
Paranoid from homicides
You faded out, you full of drugs
Put you in the game, big homie changed
He ain't tell you what it was
Bodies dropped, they full of slugs
Holla, tilts
For runner-up
I'm bout' mine
Thuggin' on the Northeast
Act like I ain't outside
And I surf for real
My phone be jumping like a hotline
And I'm totin' 4-5's
My brother ain't legit
And he won't miss, he carries both nines
I'm bout' mine
Thuggin' on the Northeast
Act like I ain't outside
And I surf for real
My phone be jumping like a hotline
And I'm totin' 4-5's
My brother ain't legit
And he won't miss, he carries both nines
Jump out of mine
Ain't gotta talk mine
It's up in black and white, I sling on
Really don't mind
I shoot you black or white, that's outside
Streets I was raised, I bled them every night
Stop signs
Runnin' right through them
They tryna take our life
We baptized
But we ain't set prayers
And bought a thousand nights
Duckin' mama cut mama, no
We ain't livin' right
I put that purple in my Sprite
It turned to murder overnight
The money got to comin' in
I had a purpose overnight
Me and my uncle whippin' soft up in the low
40k made off coke
Folks said it all
I'm outside, courtside
Iced up, 2-9
I'm a million dollar dog
Still in the club
I'm throwin' games
Jump out of mine
Thuggin' on them Northeasians
Act like I ain't outside
And I serve for real
My phone be jumpin' like a hotline
And I'm totin' four fives
My brother ain't legit
And he won't miss, he carries both nines
Jump out of mine