[Retch]
Take your f**ing shoes off if they got mud on 'em n***a
(yo fresh make sure you get that sh** about the shoes my n***a)
[Verse]
Yo..its like the world kept spinnin' the b**h n***as died(it was sick)
Moon was full the mood was kinda odd
I put the car in drive
Turn up the light
Then i spark the lye (spark dat)
Sport the garments that was hard to find (can't find it nowhere n***a)
(ungh) Lo sport when im steppin' out the soirée
In and out no time to parley (Outta here)
Right out the doorway
--- -- no need to be seen
Collect and disappear (gone)
Bread --- of the back
Like i was never there (gone)
- --- --- by my departure
Another drug dealer turned author
Still sell work out the barber
I --- stop why bother?
Better toss --- grams to my little mans (get it poppin)
And my Patterson n***as all for --- --- - --
(hah)n***as still hustle for so and so
I had some coke you had to cut or you would overdose
I think i might of k**ed a fiend when i was sixteen
But thats another story ---- ---- ---- ------
I be higher than giraffe p**y (light up)
Had to let off broad day at the last p**y
(b**h n***as)
[Hook]
n***a this that murder sh** you ride to
Pockets full of cracks with your burner right beside you
If a n***a act up oh well
Bad luck
Hit him in the head
Leave that p**y n***a dead
You let em do that sh** to you you gotta learn little n***a
Cause bullets really hurt and they burn little n***a
So keep that sh** in mind before they leave it on the floor and have your moms at the church crying screaming at the lord
n***as still talking fights like its 10th grade
You can catch this hot lead before you catch a fades
But dont get it f**ed up i knocked some n***as out
Rup on a front a n***as moms in front a n***as house
n***a i been with the sh**s since like potty training
I sold cracks before weed and thats a honest statement (real talk)
I was smoking sour in the county jail
Microwave --- bread just to hide the smell
Illest young n***a under twenty three
By 12thgrade n***a moved about 20 p's
Couples times i f**ed my money up and got it back
Sometimes i thank the lord for dope and thats a honest fact
This for my n***a bracking cars balling popping tags
For all my n***as that burn their fingers on them plastic bags
(hah) f** all of you ugly n***as
Might get to jumping off the stage and get to jumping n***as
(p**ys)
[Hook]
n***a this that murder sh** you ride to
Pockets full of cracks with your burner right beside you
If a n***a act up
Oh well bad luck
Hit him in the head
Leave that p**y n***a dead
You let em do that sh** to you you gotta learn little n***a
Cause bullets really hurt and they burn little n***a
So keep that sh** in mind before they leave it on the floor and have your moms at the church crying screaming at the lord