Ill-Disposed Gospel

I'll show you bitch made, disloyal niggas how to ball
It's the Jastast and I'm comin rugged and raw
From the eastside, Sharonline, YTown's where I reside
But you know, homie got his eyes on the WESTSIDE
You wanna talk about grown shit, I did it
You wanna talk about real life, I've lived it
I been in the worst conditions and the grimiest positions
And I'm out on top, all you muthafuckas can get it
You wanna know what sets me off? a fuck boy on a mission
Wishin for me, to give in to this stressful livin'
Them kats who once called you 'homie' but they fuckin with ya ex
Suckin' on the nips of her breasts
Tryna be a captain save-a-hoe, oh? Fasho, homie
Wine and dine her while I lay low, and get my money
And when she's sick of bein' chased, she'll be back with the dogg
Hit her with the "pump pump" make her legs shake

Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile
Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile
Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile
Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile

Y'all refute it, but this real music shit, I do it
Been on it for a decade, and people love my music
Not to brag, but chicks around the globe know about the flow
Waitin' for ya boy to blow, so they can blow, like a trumpet
I remember when you pricks ain't give a shit
Talkin behind my back, prayin' that I would quit
I didn't listen, even when my bank account was dwindlin'
I stuck it out, and my lifestyle has risen
Gotta thank my lil Cali girl
Wouldn't have made it through them months without ya girl
And even though thangs ain't the same
I still got ya back like ya had mine when things were insane
Simple and plain, I made my own lane to elevate
Halfa you lames can't even levitate, uh
Don't give a shit about being in the conversation, I'm winning
In a global mindset, it's the whole world I'm gettin'

Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile
Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile
Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile
Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile

I ain't been the same since I got shot, the aggression is back
And I ain't takin bullshit, homie, not one ounce of it
Some college bitches from the burbs
Talkin' 'bout I shot myself to get better with words
Bitch you crazy!? What'chu know about hood shit?
I'll get my sis to beat you up this block, what's good, bitch!?
You don't know the emotional trauma gettin' shot by ya father
Protectin' ya lil brother 'casue he was steady bawlin'
Man he 3! You ain't got a sense of family?
You're like my bitch ass father, come and see me
If you froggy, oh, and daddy dearest, I hope you hear this
Ya better not come back in my direction or I fear it'll
Be a long way down! Oh, big and bad
Hope you rottin' in that cell, hope it gives you a living hell
Oh that dish was cold, G
For the times you've survived hurtin' people, pay the piper, B
For real

Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile
Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile
Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile
Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile