[Intro]
Woo
That fly beautiful sh*t, man
Know what I'm saying?
Watch me, duke, watch me
805 sh*t
Bust it
[Verse 1]
Dead at birth, yo, life's a death sentence
Huh, sh*t's trife, you hear the strife inside the sentences
Three strikes, you caught a life sentence
Now it's cornbread in the boom-boom room, see, that's a life lesson
Ain't no Bruh-Man, no Axel Foley
The MAC a fully, blew his back outside the house party
Ha, see, the kid don't play
Keep the blade tucked in the brown suede
Monеy and brown bags a lighter shade
Word, just bein' honеst
Can't lose a step, they tryna throw bucks across his chest like Giannis
Two for twenty, now we being modest
The work stamped and polished
Getting my knob polished
It's god knowledge
Leak the bu*ter on the grilled mollusk
Single swing left his grill demolished
Run up one thing
You want respect, you hold your head high at the guillotine
Put your neck between, sever everything extra clean
Fifteen shots, now we can't stay together like Al Green
Did 'em dirty like Bishop did Steel and Raheem
Like Birdie with the razor, son, flip on a fiend
This child's play, peace to my G's, y'all out your league
[Chorus]
This for the movers and the dealers
The lovers and the killers
The long nights and the cold winters
Ha, born sinner, can't get more realer
Pour out some liquor for brothers who ain't around with us
This for the movers and the dealers
The lovers and the killers
The long nights and the cold winters
Ha, born sinner, can't get more realer
Pour out some liquor for brothers who ain't around with us
[Verse 2]
They throwing stones, but they hide their hands
Got stone hands like Durán
Body up your mans
Money up the plans
Blood on the bands, signs a close impact
Hit the soft spot under his chinstrap, blew his sh*t back
His grandma gave him that chain, he want his sh*t back
But I wanna spend red money, click-clack, so come up with that
Squeaky wheel get the most attention
Huh, here for the win, fu*k they honorable mentions
Yo, not to mention, if you pro-life, tuck the rod tight
Duck the police
Muck up the waters, these su*kers prototypes
Defend the old god, but they ain't tryna hear 'em
Won't get blamed for your death like Dame Dash did Hype WIlliams
This sh*t intentional
He brought a knife to a gunfight, that's unconventional
Now he a vegetable, his words illegible
Fry your circuitry
Getting meatball surgery
More than perjury
Clap it out to Mercury, uh
But lamp on the lay-low
They want the meat and potatoes
The Draco twisting up they halo
He ain't reach his full potential like he Buck or Tony Yayo
fu*k you, but have a nice day though
Bye
[Chorus]
This for the movers and the dealers
The lovers and the killers
The long nights and the cold winters
Ha, born sinner, can't get more realer
Pour out some liquor for brothers who ain't around with us
This for the movers and the dealers
The lovers and the killers
The long nights and the cold winters
Ha, born sinner, can't get more realer
Pour out some liquor for brothers who ain't around with us
[Outro]
Body Bag