bleeding Why Am I the only one seeing Everything is over rated Everything is everything so step the fuck back from me Hand over hand I?m crawling to my day My time
fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points
I let loose lead, believe I'm accurate Fat scope on a [unverified] Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip Pump on my lap at all times I fill my gauge
neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
luck 'cause the shit's fucked up bad I use my pad and pen and my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun and the good times But the pen yanks away
do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my cross hairs on my vic's eye Squeeze the trigger, watch the brains fly Violent
] Geto Heaven Geto Heaven Geto Heaven, yeah, yeah Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my
know how my squad do [verse6 - Biggie Sound] Nah, I don't know who stabbed you Get down nigga! 'Cause are you in the sight of my crew Clickity, damn, I'm freakin' in my
, the one you got your rhyme style from?) Yo it's the P Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my
they eyes lit Surprise its, that n-gga that you should have been on I handed you n-ggas my demo, dawg I couldn?t get on One time for my city bitch I?m
L Smooth and "Straighten it out" Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on) A G, my man (Add on, add on) Ayo show, my man (Add on, add on) D-Flow, my man (Add
get paid on my song, y'all just get sprayed Esta mointo; as a nail but on point though I'll blast up the loca for skimming on my coca L.O.X., in total
's my time! Fuck with 'em Rich! Check it in my sneakers, comin' home after another bitch Going back! A pistol was between me and my contract Shot the
moving bar to my moms get the news to bar Same time Jake taking me out Same line gonna try and fake me out Sitting in the van pointing face out Soon
I'll do it again and laugh 'cause you're kissin' my ass Got a rented 45 and I'm able to shoot Itchy finger hare trigger and it's pointed at you I'm not
playin' with a bee hive Look behind you, what chu find, my...mind's on your murder When your murder's on my mind, all the time I uh Tried to think about
