Yellow Tape
Jus a lil nigga ridin wit .45 hoping ain't gotta hop out make a momma cry
Homicide wen dem bullets fly
Road to riches gotta send some niggas to da sky
Ain't run off ona plug aint no bitch Like plies
See signs of a snake gotta cut my ties
All friends ain't good friends and Dey wonder why
If I wanna take it dere i could bake da cake
Play wit my blood swear da ground goin shake
Don't put ur trust in deez niggas they'll leave you late
Don't trust a bitch u get jammed she skate
Tryn stand clear from dat yellow tape
Tryn stay away from dat yellow tape
Pressure buss pipes Nd my shyt don't break
Wen 18 was tryn make it shake
By 21 ran a opp makin 5 a day
Wen I die I hope dat day be a holiday
U goin have to kill me u try to rob me
Juvenile first charge armed robbery
We was roun cap hill baggin shake
Catching plays
Ain't last went broke we started baking cakes
Fone jumping get da call I'm on my way
Got 5 ahead of you jus b patient wait
Born on da south side but ima north east baby
Crazy how my own hood betray and hate me
But wen I was broke ain't have nun man dem niggas loved me
Niggas played me close Dey scared can't trust me
Dis streets shyt rough
Dirty game like rugby
I been through it all fuk a nigga judgment
Tryn buss it down feed all my cousins
Let a nigga try be reprocusssion
Homicide wen dem bullets fly
Road to riches gotta send some niggas to da sky
Ain't run off ona plug aint no bitch Like plies
See signs of a snake gotta cut my ties
All friends ain't good friends and Dey wonder why
If I wanna take it dere i could bake da cake
Play wit my blood swear da ground goin shake
Don't put ur trust in deez niggas they'll leave you late
Don't trust a bitch u get jammed she skate
Tryn stand clear from dat yellow tape
Tryn stay away from dat yellow tape
Pressure buss pipes Nd my shyt don't break
Wen 18 was tryn make it shake
By 21 ran a opp makin 5 a day
Wen I die I hope dat day be a holiday
U goin have to kill me u try to rob me
Juvenile first charge armed robbery
We was roun cap hill baggin shake
Catching plays
Ain't last went broke we started baking cakes
Fone jumping get da call I'm on my way
Got 5 ahead of you jus b patient wait
Born on da south side but ima north east baby
Crazy how my own hood betray and hate me
But wen I was broke ain't have nun man dem niggas loved me
Niggas played me close Dey scared can't trust me
Dis streets shyt rough
Dirty game like rugby
I been through it all fuk a nigga judgment
Tryn buss it down feed all my cousins
Let a nigga try be reprocusssion
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Writer(s): Sequan Laster
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