Gun or Knife

Trypps Beatz Production
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Ayo, the judge gave my man a higher sentence
I walked out the courtroom, I couldn't watch the entire lynching
Even though we all admire Benzes
Can't take it with us behind the wall of these barbed wire fences
My credit cards got higher limits, I ain't gotta lie to kick it
I don't use money to acquire friendships
Let me tell you why I'm expensive
It was fifty grand placed on my head
And paid to a hired henchmen (Yeah, uh, look)

I took three, I was buying triplets, a Benz signed with sentence
Stamped on the brick, just like a hieroglyphic
Diamonds dripping, designer drenching
Black Versace shades
And I can still see dollar signs behind the lenses
Front hallway, rental driving, backdoor trapper
Plug throw me an alley-oop, then the backboard shatter
If you keep dipping in your bag, then your stash won't last ya
Unless you make that type of money that the task force after

Ayo, money makes niggas hate, niggas want you to give it back
I got more off a plate than I ever did with rap
We ain't talking on the phone 'cause you get life if they tapped
I did time and ain't fold, I got stripes on my back
I keep it real in the streets just like I did in the pen
I ran it up, I got broke, then I did it again
I got mine out the dirt, I got mine being loyal (Yeah)
Now everything A1, that's a real nigga for you

Uh, look, the watch and the blocks got crystals in them
I got the streets, and beef with the judicial system
I played the sink but never did no dishes, nah
I was in those blenders
Contaminated everything in those kitchens
The game put blood on my hands, and her heels too
My homie clipped you, said he hit you, did you real smooth
I bumped heads and let weapons off at real goons
My bitch crib full of Fentanyl and lil spoons

My bitch whip got hit, I hope she heals soon
We got plans to buy a house on the hill soon
I done danced with the devil under the pale moon
And ended up with more paper than a mail room
I'm cooking in this hotel room
For about a weekend
And I pray that housekeeping don't smell fumes
It was times that I felt doomed
All I needed was a better price to give my clientele room

Ayo, money makes niggas hate, niggas want you to give it back
I got more off a plate than I ever did with rap
We ain't talking on the phone 'cause you get life if they tapped
I did time and ain't fold, I got stripes on my back
I keep it real in the streets just like I did in the pen
I ran it up, I got broke, then I did it again
I got mine out the dirt, I got mine being loyal
Now everything A1, that's a real nigga for you
Money makes niggas hate, niggas want you to give it back
I got more off a plate than I ever did with rap
We ain't talking on the phone 'cause you get life if they tapped
I did time and ain't fold, I got stripes on my back
I keep it real in the streets just like I did in the pen
I ran it up, I got broke, then I did it again
I got mine out the dirt, I got mine being loyal
Now everything A1, that's a real nigga for you



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Writer(s): Jeremie Pennick, Justin Christopher Harrell
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