My Choice

We been on dat strip
We been getting paid
I remember on da block we posted with dem thangs
Before da summer it was hot
We was tryna make way
Police on our block hittin up da one way
I blow gun dat my choice
Pop yang yea dats my choice
Jumped off dat porch was my choice
I was posted on da block wit dem boyz

I was posted on da block wit dem boyz
Pull off n them pipes make noise
Come thru chopping down them boys
Never loss u can call me big Floyd
Big guns these ain't no toys
Murder team they making big noise
Over east dey be kicking in doors
Outwest be infested with fiends
My choice had too serve them fiends
Brought up on how to survive and scheme Niggas flodgin like dey got dat cream
Shots too da body
Left him in da right lane bleeding
Caught dat nigga dangling
Sippin dat lean
Police had too red tape dat scene
Some of these shooters only be 13
I shoot first Ain't no bust back
I take a ride wit nigga
Keep a pole gotta make it back
On corner tryna chase a sack
Gotta bitch do a flip on da dick like a majorette I'm in da swamp where dem gators at
In da land I kno it's all love
Where da brothers at
Tryna bring my brother back
They was terrified of dat lil nigga
Made niggas duck dey hat

We been on dat strip
We been getting paid
I remember on da block we posted with dem thangs
Before da summer it was hot
We was tryna make way
Police on our block hittin up da one way
I blow gun dat my choice
Pop yang yea dats my choice
Jumped off dat porch was my choice
I was posted on da block wit dem boyz

Heard them niggas been ducking
Steady talkin keeping us da main subject
Slide thru everybody get too running
Bro gotta 50 on him
Call him Andre Drummond
Stomped a nigga out
Made his head like a pumpkin
Run off on da plug if u want
No choice homie gotta get smoked
Police tryna intercept da load
We got P's on da strip died of overdose
We got P's in da trap
Leave dey ass lit like a stove
Police steady taking pics
Gotta switch up da clothes
Niggas be flodgin
Niggas out talkin like dey gotta a problem
Niggas tellin on dem homies making options ... Niggas violated by da code
Gotta slaughter them
Squeeze da trigger ain't no coming back
My soul been gone
Few summers in da Go
I've been throwing bottles taking blunts too da dome
Can't trust a nigga in these streets
I stay wit da chrome
My choice too jump down in these streets
My choice drop 1500 on my feet
You kno I had too get Stro on da beat
Daaviatorz nigga we taking these streets

We been on dat strip
We been getting paid
I remember on da block we posted with dem thangs
Before da summer it was hot
We was tryna make way
Police on our block hittin up da one way
I blow gun dat my choice
Pop yang yea dats my choice
Jumped off dat porch was my choice
I was posted on da block wit dem boyz



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Writer(s): Dionte Harris
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