Here They Can

Here they come, here they come

No money, no job, no dope
Dirty thoughts, no soap, no morals, no hope
And the first of the month is oh-so-close
No guns to flash like photos, oh no
Feeling like a has-been
Back to old tricks, with questions, ask spring's tryna cash in
Off these coke hoes who don't wear makeup, but god only knows

Gotta get back on my feet one way or another
Turn my back on these streets, tell that to my hunger
Till I'm deep six feet, I'm six feet deep in these streets
And they're still taking me under
No remorse, no regrets, no choice, no conscience, no respect
For the ladder of success 'cause it neglects
That muscle in the middle of my chest
That pumps blood through my flesh, huh

Here they come, here they come
There they go, there they go (lay low)
Here they come, here they come
There they go, there they go (lay low)

I'm from the home of murderers and killers
Tight niggas and billiards, from skrilla
We all turn from sinners to caterpillars
But it be like, niggas I'm from the M.I.A.
Spray with the AK, niggas this what I say
Get 'em a mask for some cash, and I'ma blast at that ass
And I'm laughin' at yo' ass when yo' ass at the trash
Well niggas, count your figures
We been rich and then tough shit, draw shit, now they listenin'
They one street up, too late niggas 'cause we up the back
Getcha no fuck done, flooded your mouth

Y'all remember y'all niggas wouldn't ride with us
Now I'm matchin' on the scene y'all wanna get high with us
Divide my dust
South niggas stay true to your roots
We went from no dough to a lil' dough
To enjoying them fruits, and that's the truth
I'ma hold it down like war forever live on the southside
Thirty, don't give a fuck

Here they come, here they come
There they go, there they go (lay low)
Here they come, here they come
There they go, there they go (lay low)

It's been a long time comin' now I'm steppin' in
My confidante here boy, no steppin' to him
Like back in the days, pushin' the bucket on the block
No keys, just wires, ducking on the cops
No rims, just tires, thinkin' like my glock
No jammin' when we fire's only difference that we got
(One, two, three, four)
That's how many niggas drop if the gun started up
I drop-drop it like it's hot
First rule, flush hope, the minute you see squat
Get bored, thirty, Q Bo sittin' up (shot)

Here they come, here they come
There they go, there they go (lay low)
Here they come, here they come
There they go, there they go (lay low)

Here they come, here they come
There they go, there they go (lay low)
Here they come, here they come
There they go, there they go (lay low)



Credits
Writer(s): Armando Christian Perez, Steve Obas, Frank Roman, Brian Bizz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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