The Lockdown
I might bag a dirty chick on vacation
Might bang 36 chambers on occasion
I might spit a dope rhyme for the heck of it
Ask a kid with attention deficit
How def is it?
Even when I'm filthy I'm not the feel guilty type
When the Cal see em
Bet you black is turning milky white
This ain't a title fight
I ain't worried about making weight
I put out the trap
I'm just hoping that they take the bait
Fuck a hater up its only human nature
You can pray for your safety but in time become consumed with danger
This knife gives me a little bit of an edge Yo
Cut you wide open like Kittle did in the end zone
Weed game hung like Georgie boy in the basement
Drinks stay coming We suckers for entertainment
You wanna be a working girl in this perfect world
You'll either need to cut your losses or fuck your bosses
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
They say it's lonely at the top
Well it's lonely at the bottom too
I guess I gotta do what I gotta do
Got a suit waiting for the day that I gotta sue
Gotta crew waiting with AK's that'll follow through
OK Tupac if you got the juice I'm the blender
Who got the truth to stop pretenders
Somebody tell Bruce Jenner that's there's only two genders
Before Facebook slaps this post with a huge censor
Give me liberty or give me an L
J. Gamble quick to stomp another liberals bell
Leave the fucking ground riddled with shells
I got bars behind me like in a cell living in jail
We watched you go from He-Man to key witness
From shipping boatloads of keys to sea sickness
Time to play the Devils Advocate
Quit wasting time slanging dimes too slow
Pedal faster bitch
Every blow depends on breath control
One shot to your chest and your left as a vegetable
And I ain't ever been a vegan man
Heat in hand
Bout to serve some beef and ham
Like its fucking Easter fam
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
They say it's lonely at the top
Well it's lonely at the bottom too
I guess I gotta do what I gotta do
Got a suit waiting for the day that I gotta sue
Gotta crew waiting with AK's that'll follow through
I got tons of guns must be a Black Panther thing
You looking at me like I'm Chandler Bing
You'll realize we ain't friends when the hands will swing
Snatch your queen by the weave and leave the scene before the fat bitch sing
You mad because your girl calls me her baby boo
Maybe if you had some doe you could drive a Mercedes too
Ladies you already know what I do to coochie
Ask all of my children Susan Lucci
Gucci crew neck vintage with a badge
Who repping who wetting bitches in the vag
I'm like a serpent that's surfing in the dark night
She must be the reaper I've been flirting with her all night
I'm bout to drop a deuce like I got the runs
This music is not recommended for use with lots of drugs
These lines are not to be combined with alcohol
How can y'all be on top then ya album fall
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But where's Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
They say it's lonely at the top
Well it's lonely at the bottom too
I guess I gotta do what I gotta do
Got a suit waiting for the day that I gotta sue
Gotta crew waiting with AKs that'll follow through
Might bang 36 chambers on occasion
I might spit a dope rhyme for the heck of it
Ask a kid with attention deficit
How def is it?
Even when I'm filthy I'm not the feel guilty type
When the Cal see em
Bet you black is turning milky white
This ain't a title fight
I ain't worried about making weight
I put out the trap
I'm just hoping that they take the bait
Fuck a hater up its only human nature
You can pray for your safety but in time become consumed with danger
This knife gives me a little bit of an edge Yo
Cut you wide open like Kittle did in the end zone
Weed game hung like Georgie boy in the basement
Drinks stay coming We suckers for entertainment
You wanna be a working girl in this perfect world
You'll either need to cut your losses or fuck your bosses
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
They say it's lonely at the top
Well it's lonely at the bottom too
I guess I gotta do what I gotta do
Got a suit waiting for the day that I gotta sue
Gotta crew waiting with AK's that'll follow through
OK Tupac if you got the juice I'm the blender
Who got the truth to stop pretenders
Somebody tell Bruce Jenner that's there's only two genders
Before Facebook slaps this post with a huge censor
Give me liberty or give me an L
J. Gamble quick to stomp another liberals bell
Leave the fucking ground riddled with shells
I got bars behind me like in a cell living in jail
We watched you go from He-Man to key witness
From shipping boatloads of keys to sea sickness
Time to play the Devils Advocate
Quit wasting time slanging dimes too slow
Pedal faster bitch
Every blow depends on breath control
One shot to your chest and your left as a vegetable
And I ain't ever been a vegan man
Heat in hand
Bout to serve some beef and ham
Like its fucking Easter fam
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
They say it's lonely at the top
Well it's lonely at the bottom too
I guess I gotta do what I gotta do
Got a suit waiting for the day that I gotta sue
Gotta crew waiting with AK's that'll follow through
I got tons of guns must be a Black Panther thing
You looking at me like I'm Chandler Bing
You'll realize we ain't friends when the hands will swing
Snatch your queen by the weave and leave the scene before the fat bitch sing
You mad because your girl calls me her baby boo
Maybe if you had some doe you could drive a Mercedes too
Ladies you already know what I do to coochie
Ask all of my children Susan Lucci
Gucci crew neck vintage with a badge
Who repping who wetting bitches in the vag
I'm like a serpent that's surfing in the dark night
She must be the reaper I've been flirting with her all night
I'm bout to drop a deuce like I got the runs
This music is not recommended for use with lots of drugs
These lines are not to be combined with alcohol
How can y'all be on top then ya album fall
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But where's Biggie and Pac now
Give me back my crown
They say it's lonely at the top
Well it's lonely at the bottom too
I guess I gotta do what I gotta do
Got a suit waiting for the day that I gotta sue
Gotta crew waiting with AKs that'll follow through
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Gamble
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