CEO Sekhmet - Real Life lyrics

Intro: Still guerilla guillotine the general Sekhmet the pen i position the lead Black ops the guillotine a k**er Grind veteran still bustin ya head Hook: In real life play the cards dealt so a n***a cook crack And a b**h sell a** and a n***a gone jack you And a n***a smoke crack in the trap house Sleeping on the floor with the rats - in real life And a b**h sell her a** in the broad daylight Don't pay no tax - in real life And a n***a gone jack your stash Yes indeed he coming in there with the mask Real life, real life n***a make sure they ain't coming to get you Verse 1: A n***a shoot far with the mask boys Wiped right off the block cause it hit hard I was born in the center of hell Where sin been mastered at and so well Beretta black outs keep em crucified Guess who coming out to k** them b**hes These n***as scared sh**less can't understand power and command when they next to riches Box the money up and the dope in waterproof bags Tree sap the woods stash that sh** instant Heartless type of bidness to have revolve on blood Frigedaire empty, bell ring in the school zone shooters armed 3 in the morning that's real cla** Rock rental gun, done, k** sh** fast grab pharmacy 101 Stuff it in book bags Everyday mail dope fiend track - zombie walking often shopping in the trap Brick stocks blood on the blacktop bought another coffin to drop off a body in Sun hot, sirens sqwaking, draw down to k** they laughed at how a n***a ran Fell on the sidewalk choked 'fore da handcuffs broke swallowed the dope and gave him a heart attack Hook Verse 2: And this the front line don't set ya sights wrong, lock, load heads to roll with red beam on And she got n***as hitting it raw come dried on the side her jaw for cokestraws Razors and white lines tweak em every night - dont bring sh** here stepped on spending Party in the duck off wednesday was hittin it on a mattress on the floor back of the building Full bodyshots, ops, coroner van draw a chalk line again and yellow tape that entrance Layed in his blood defenseless a ghost for all that dope ya roast up in the kitchen A belt needle the brown gone through his arm now he yawning itchin real bad Trap anywhere tabs, coke, retail, by any means sell shop set up in hotels Grind veteran cold world I'm better in Sekhmet The Pen composition to k** Still guerilla, guillotine the general bananas and hammers and catalyst steel Real n******gs get locked down the rest dead and any b**h sell you dreams be a n***a turn Fed Cancel his life line believe in the lead put a bullet in his mouth blow out the back of his head then Hook What's up Get it So much light bust ya head with it