Dark Lo - Alleyway Piss lyrics

[Dark Lo: Verse 1] Probably posted in a two-seater Got your baby mother with me she a true eater I was out Chiraq, I had two heaters My young'uns apes down in Philly I'm the Zookeeper School of hard knocks I'm the new teacher I do a background check then I do a feature n***as claim they run the city but we never see ya Broad day, headshot, wouldn't wanna be ya Then I pull off laughing Cheap money sh**, it's the OBH captain Ron Harvey sh**, long clip, no lackin' I think I made fourty last month, no trappin' That's pretty good for a half not Not to mention I had to close down my last spot (Why Lo?) Cause the cops kept raiding Bodies kept dropping relocated at the Days inn I did four, I make them pay for all them days in And she a who*e, why you got that b**h laid in You caught feelings Caught him in his crib, blew his brains on the ceilin' Now that n***a chilling Life was a movie I'm the villian Rob a n***a, if he moving I'ma k** him That was back in my broke days No money, at the table bagging soaked daze In and out the county, whack game, old J's North Philly n***a, big beard, low face North Philly n***a, shoot you down, no face (We ain't fightin') Beat by V Don, clip on rewind Y'all n***as on freak time I like to say king of pressure on my free time Ab on his way home I swear it, free slime No gang sh**, I show you how this G' shine OBH lifestyle if I shine, he shine Make me call goonie gang shooter Point him out, he'll do you Shoutout C-lo and Moolaz It should say a thousand-eight on the ruler Hit a lick then manouver Lil' chick smoking hookah Paperwork you will sing it like Future Hit his shirt put a [?] medusa I'm just blowing haze heavily Maze and Franklin Beverly, bangin' like the seventies I'm a f**ing goon, n***a that's forever me n***as rapping 'bout this sh** but you can never be I'm drinking sixty year old wine, me and Mel B I pray to god I make it through this year jail free Smell me, what the f** is n***a tellin' me I'm just drawn all stupid like I'm LD Four pound I'll shoot it, never fail me Lame or a s**a n***a, never felt me 50 .cal thirty-six ways belt free [Dark Lo: Outro] Told these n***as, n***as ain't f**ing with me man. Ha goon, told these n***as