I used to play for times like these to shine like gliss
So I had to hide my fifth beside my dick
Niggas brag about their bid like the world is sweet
Fuck the penitentiary, I did life in the street
Seen the summers get cold, just me and my crew
Ask who keep it official, they gonna say Papoose
Caught my first gun charge with a chrome trade duce
Them niggas around the corner like to shoot off the roof
I had enemies, friendemies, making memories like Genovese
Snake squirming like a centerpiece
I load the cartridge, wolf harder then so is my crew
If you ain’t feeding the wolves, the wolves gonna eat you
These lames making me nauseous, man, I think they retarded
They think beef is sausage, started to, wanna squash it
I know the rocket and launch it, Smith & Wesson and losses
Anything of this drama, he tried to play me, I shot him
I did it with a mix tape, shorty, I did songs with everybody
Tough love, don, John Gotti, banging since the cops had 38s and long shotties
When I didn’t have a hammer you thought it was sweet
Then I got the pocket rocket hater, rest in peace
Cancer with nigga, like Nino if he talk a lot
Threw my alcohol in his face just like a barbershop
You ain’t talking about that thugging, then what you yapping for?
Real gangster squeeze first and you don’t clap it off
Lay you on the curve, nigga you is a bird
I’m focused right now, no disturb, fuck nigga
Hold up, wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?
Man, I do this shit for real and all they do is gimmicks
All these haters talking slick ’cause they stay on my digits
Bury you with this burner so bad you gonna need a clinic
I’m the type of cat who walk around with that Mac 11 in my coat
They selling the weed and they selling the crack and they selling the coke and that dope
I lay the card and watch them get money, I didn’t think I won’t
I just get messed up and run down no lanes, that’s all she wrote
‘Cause my daughter needs some school clothes and my cousin need an appeal
From down the hill we like Groundsville, we never ran and never will
Boy, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around and be stupid
Don’t broke the niggas that broke with me, they pull it out, they use it
Yo, I came like a beast, I killed her in the street
That’s why I get harassed by that hip hop police
Stalk niggas out ‘ why you think they all tryina black ball me?
Now I calm down and just take cake with that straight face, no smiling
Don’t come at me, that girl respect me, that Pap nigga got talent
Them inmates on the alley hear my shit and start rally
‘Cause I spit that low like berry teach them niggas street knowledge
If I ace trap, so what? Say something, get cut
If I don’t give you a buck fifty then I guarantee you a bum
If you diss me on your song and get away with it, you tough
When you touch down in New York send them goons to pop your head off
Catch me acting Barclay at that ‘Gucci shoes on my feet, got ’em under pressure like sure
Man, I show up on your block about 8 o’clock
Early in the morning and I come collecting guap
And I’m the king of my city ’cause I took it straight to the top
When they said New York was dead I’m the one who made it hot
I’m that same nigga from Cambridge with that piece of head and that pop
Took a million dollars my first deal, why you niggas signing on cock?
Why these niggas scared, they know me, claim they leaning on me
I grab a dollar, I feed any day, way before I live on my knee
They gonna remember me, I said remember me
Ain’t a nigga breathing doing better lyrically
Kill my homie, we ain’t pouring out no Hennessey
I’m that man pouring out the blood on my enemy
Hold up, lock down the whole street
Thug on my click, got ’em all on the same hair, hold still, hold my shit
It was something about that summer jam when I first stepped on that stage
Had me feeling like a liar when they first opened this cage
I’m gone
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