Project Pat - Street God lyrics

[Verse] Tight grip on the drako, now it's time to get 'em In the hood, sniffin' on police, now it's time to k** 'em f** a mask, it was late night, hoodies on our head f** police, they don't come 'round here cause they a** scared And my pockets on hard like my penis Talkin' money, we talkin' english drug, money can turn the blood money This ain't for the [?] only for the ones who hungry enough to get the fuzz Who ain't scared to shoot the drako gun Cali in my lungs Addicted to Versace bills and them Gucci [?] Chopper bullet took his head and skull it This sh** can get ugly People talk deep loyalty, then keep it real With your circle never rat mane and never steal Have all your red, make that sh** a solid deal If you gon' cross cross me, make it a solid k** I feel a n***a wanna try me cause I look like a [?] All this j**elry on me homie I'm a walkin' brick Pockets low, pull out the 44, make a n***a scream n***a just got f**ed in the game but this ain't no flick [?] Silencer with a beam [?] Money and respect dog, what a n***a k** 'bout? Used to be my n***a but nah you ain't real now Gotta watch around you, n***as flip like pancakes Get some real money off these streets and watch these n***as hate