Quit flyin’ in G5, fly helicopters (Fly helicopters) Sixteen years old when I shed my first chopperįlew out of Van Nuys, landed in Opa Locka We from the sandbox, my dog since a toddler Never seen blood, that shit’ll turn burgundyįresh like the first day of school, I’m a scholarįound the solution and got some more problems I love the bitches who say they ain’t hurtin’ me Gave my bro twenty, he called for a burglary If they gon’ catch me, them niggas gon’ murder me (Oh no, oh) I be up thinkin’, that shit do be hurtin’ me I wish my brother had made it out surgery I love the trenches, this shit is eternal I get to diggin’ this shit when I learn you
Get out my business, that shit don’t concern you Head down, X pill, Percocet, off itīitch my phone died, pass me a chargerĪin’t have a coat, walked to school in a thermalīitches you lookin’ up to, they’ll burn you Get away from her, have speed, no tossin’Ĭalled you a bitch, I’m sorry I lost you Say that I’m mean, what you mean? I caught you Shit in my parker, that shit’ll go blocka’ How you gon’ blame me? Y’all give him cabañaīitch I’m a star, gotta use condomĭon’t drink Par, only like Wocka’
How you my blood and you say you gon’ pop me?įollow with loyalty, never ’bout thottiesĭon’t mention my name if you mention them bodies Learned to survive, I carry my choppaīefore I was twelve, I went to the doctorįucked on a stripper and I took me a Roxy I was too mad at you, you love to come kill, you my brother, that shit was a tragedyīut magically I got the strategy, I was so sick and tired of niggas keep asking me, “Who was the killers between the hood?”īro I’m a king, that mean we good (DJ on the beat so it’s a banger) Last time you told me you proud of me, you wasn’t proud of me, you was the nigga who doubted me Oh yeah, I’m finna make a banger with this one
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