[Chorus]
As a shorty I always wanted to be a drug lord
When I'm naughty I always claimed to be a drug lord
[1st Verse]
Back up in junior high
Sipping on some gin with my so-called friends
In the cut just gettin high
I wanted to liss so I pa**ed my dip cause a n***a wanna drive by
B.B.S.S n***as too quick to pull the triggers an never know who to trust
So I gotta put my things and you try to get some wrack
And be a drug lord
Now stackin on my ends
Makin little dividends thinkin can I get away
Lookin up to the gang bangers and they can't slang us
But the fella may
Cause I rest in peace cause it not deceased
All over this bullsh**
I having evil visions k**ing each n***a with this wheelie
I gotta leave it alone if I wanna get grow
But with lynches on my mind
Invading my privacy
Its just a wheeze an you push me to use my nine
Now he's gone an dead an I got the feds to the rolling know my back
Nowhere to run
Revenge is a b**h cause these hoes wanna get me
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[2nd Verse]
I smoke up a blunt to let my motherf**ing day just ease by
I gotta go to the crib an explain to my mother why I'm gettin high
Its self-explanatory I'm black an I'm under pressure
So come on my nine to feel what the motherf**ing test ya
But it ain't no b**h when its getting angry cause its letting loose
Motherf**ers better run an hide before they die
Cause I might be buckin that shoot
The only way you can make it you come an you take it
An ask for real n***as
Like me smokin on the sack of weed
With my hand on the f**in trigger
Cause fullin our trigger on the bronk arse
n***a just ain't no damn thing
I shooting again to brain
When I what and hang living life in the fast lane
It's hard as hell when you tryin to make you got this jealous arse b**h
Better watch your back
Fo they up their gat
And it leave your sh** split
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[3rd Verse]
Hallucinating homicides
Now its time to ride my n***a that just not die
And I'm tryin to understand why the f** did you let that bullet fire
n***a left so spank me
In the cut can't even give em no money
Gotta get made comin on up
An now touch stone bone straight stop
Cause a mob didn't wanna pick me up now why gotta go and stick up
Pick up for a lickin hit up f** dawn when I let my itchy ball
I'm dressed up
Now the young roll tall motherf**er comin up in nine five
An the germs gettin rich
I'm all where to hit turning off game out to survive
Everybody gotta go
Took a walk through the do
An' it's just fact that I know
When it should've been me runnin the Chevvy
Just tellin em dick sell out choke
Now you know these n***as tryin to get so god damn hard in this game
Where world the game where my n***a name main
I roll put a choke to the brain
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