Watch Out for the Narcs

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(Mmm)
NLE the top shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (mmm)
NLE the top shotta
You know I keep it raw (mmm)
NLE the top shotta, you know I'm Don Dada
Walk around, walk around

B-, I'm forever spittin' and I could give a f- what you say
My brother tell me, "Keep winning", I put this sh- in they face
A couple b-, they twinnin', they runnin' 'round my place naked
And I'm addicted to sinnin', I done did most sh- you're sayin'
Ayy, and I seen c- turn to sugar, I seen sugar turn to sh-
Make this NLE sh-, now my n- changin' on this sh-
I ain't mad about it, I respect decisions in the pink
'Cause deep down inside, I wanna see

All of my n- runnin' to the money, gettin' sh- from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my n- scoring, choppers started roaring
Left a n- snoring on the block

I gotta start puttin' myself first, finna lose my mind
Them n- left me out to dry, it really left me black inside
If them tables turned, you know I'd give up my back and spine
Bridges burnin', tried to keep drivin', but I be wreckin' now

Before I walk up in the rain, you know I grab my coat
I'm prepared for my battles, I ain't scared to go
Before I go to sleep, I pray that God keep my soul
I think we live on hell, got a n- dyin' to know

Them boys ain't slidin' on me, they the ones that's dyin', homie
And I don't like informants, he got a murder appointment
Hop out on feet when we dumpin'
Christmas ornaments, we light 'em like a tree when we comin'

Had a vision of a dead man, scared to say it's me, though
I'm a real Capone, gotta XD with my amigos
Free murders, free throws, we do this sh- for Ceno
Kill like Al Pacino, but I wasn't on the scene, though

Runnin' to the money, gettin' sh- from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my n- scoring, choppers started roaring
Left a n- snoring on the block

To the money, gettin' it from me
For the narcs
Scoring, roaring

I hope I die before my mama, I can't see you in a casket
Sometimes a n- wonder do my granny miss my pappy
Grandpa died, that sh-, it hurt me deep, it scarred my daddy
Everybody that I love left, who understand me

One person that never left, my mama, since a baby
If you gave me somethin', I had to earn it, that sh- made me
Called the police on me a few times, you tried to save me
This sh- I did up in the streets, the sh- that had you losin' sleep

Runnin' to the money, gettin' sh- from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my n- scoring, choppers started roaring
Left a n- snoring on the block

Runnin' to the money, gettin' sh- from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my n- scoring, choppers started roaring
Left a n- snoring on the block



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Spencer Eugene Stewart, Jesse Lichtman Evans
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