Kilogram

All that shit you spit bout dope fam
Is suicide gotcha swinging from a rope fam
Noose tight around ya throat fam
Sold ya soul for a few kilograms

Take note to ma diatribe
50 said get rich or ima die tryin
Now that's some words i abide by
It's automatic, i aint een gotta try
Now er'body cant be wise guys
Toting guns just for fun doin drivebys
Sometimes ya gotta be wise guy
And see thru that bullshit wit ya 3rd eye
Cuz aint nothin gon be handed to ya
Ya money got diarrhea and it ran thru ya
Cuz you aint have a plan of action
Lofty ass goals but they never caught traction
And aint nothin on that corner for ya
Tell me what being thug really doing for ya
I got time and im listening
I got a mind of my own, im resisting

All that shit you spit bout dope fam
Is suicide gotcha swinging from a rope fam
Noose tight around ya throat fam
Sold ya soul for a few kilograms
All that shit you spit bout
Dope fam
Slangin' rock on da block
Duckin' cops fam
When is it ever gonna stop fam
Sold ya soul for a few Kilograms
Damn

Dead or jail is ya outcome
Did a 5 year bid, only out one
And already on some bullshit
Left a brotha half dead from a full clip
And it's a shame how it happened
Started out hand to hand, now you clappin
A drug deal gone sideways
It's fucked up cuz you really think crime pays
But it's ya soul that's for sale fam
And you pay what you weigh by the kilogram
Ya held down by the mark up
And it dont take shit for you to spark up
In ya hood, yea you well known
For cooking up crack and dat home grown
But upstate you a fly weight
And you stackin' that cake tryna buy weight

All that shit you spit bout dope fam
Is suicide gotcha swinging from a rope fam
Noose tight around ya throat fam
Sold ya soul for a few kilograms
All that shit you spit bout
Dope fam
Slangin' rock on da block
Duckin' cops fam
When is it ever gonna stop fam
Sold ya soul for a few Kilograms
Damn

The eastside where you re-up
You got married to the game wit a prenupt
And ya wanna live large wit ya feet up
But yo' supplier, always get his cut
Now ya scheming on ya boss fam
If you gone win, then he gotta take a loss fam
So ya creep down a side street
Stay cool witcha heat in da back seat
You jump out at the stash house
You know right where it's at, time to cash out
You go straight for da safe
Shottie on blast, bout to spray up da place
Scout on da roof peeped out ya whole play
You doubt it's the truth but you died anyway
Didnt see it coming SO ya didn't understand
How ya mans set you up for a few kilograms
All that shit you spit bout dope fam
Is suicide gotcha swinging from a rope fam
Noose tight around ya throat fam
Sold ya soul for a few kilograms
Damn