Ar-Ab - Blood Pressure (Freestyle) lyrics

[AR-AB] The rich get rich while the poor get poorer Me I went through a whole brick from a quarter Standing on the corner, grind to the morning Stay away from the broke n***as that be frauding Made a transition, I'm so ambitious That 550 came from hand to hand pitching Listen, I put n***as in the pavement My gun is a Giant that hit like Strahan Yeah, so somebody better pay me or get your wig pushed back to the 80s Cuz I don't follow rules, I fire tools Have my food eat yours through a wire tool I get bricks ordered, but for 6 quarters I can get daughters drowned in dishwater f** the rap game I'd rather break crack game I seen friends get rich off the crack game So I left school, opened up a safe When Goon bought his truck he wasn't old enough to drink Me and Nasche couldn't bring sh** to the table One mop, brought two bricks to the table I'm care free, I co*k back air-3 And make a n***a chest part like the red sea You hear me? When AR need cash I play ding dong ditch you with a ski mask Love big guns with the clip even bigger Post on the trap with a fifth for the liquor Grey Goose vodka, lose ain't an option n***a being broke I may lose my conscience Cooking up c**a, hit it with the soda Watch that coke flip like that sh**s bipolar Me and Na older, so we got smarter n***a had beef, got turnt to a martyr Draw like an artist, terminate targets Life is rough but this sh** get harder I could have goons sitting in ya driveway They fire K's have your car sitting sideways Was a good kid till I hit 12 Wanted to be a doctor until I seen a brick sell Change my perception, came to his destine 1,000 in 6s when the cane getting measured f** if he dead when I bang with the Heckler Shoot till his head and his neck get separate Ab ain't waiting, I ain't got patience k** his a** now no retaliation n***as straight faking, change like the weather I'ma keep it real till I'm laying up in heaven Cuz [?] is the fam that I ride for, OBH is the squad that I die for