Land of The Sharks
Yea Chicago drillinois south side
Low end of da United States
You all welcome
They gon act like love you the close ones can be yo trouble
All this dripping I got double, so much dripping I make puddles
City popping like a bubble me and my glock 40 we cuddle
All that woofing no that ain't you bullents give yo dog a muzzle
Did you come up from that struggle?
Was you pieces to that puzzle?
Did you score whenever you touch down did you bounce back from that fumble?
Plenty nights my stomach rumble
I ain't have no one to run too
Now I gotta ball without you Nigga look what this shit come to
They hated in the latest like I never had a curfew
Well rounded but I'll never have no squares in my circle
The streets ain't what they seem don't believe it, it'll hurt you
If being free is being square then I rather be like urkle
Cuz they don't feel the pain we the ones they do the worst to
If you black then you a suspect they going shoot you before they search you
Gotta speak so they feel me right
I know this shit is scary right
This shit deeper than Barry white
Yea
You know what I mean
It's either eat or be ate from the land of the sharks
When a man set his presence he already spoken
Treat a nigga like cigar 30's leave him smoking
3feet no pressure my chain nice you can't approach him
Surrounded by bears in that solider field I eat with vultures
Yea Uh maybach baby blue like gerber
Lane to lane a swerver
Diamonds dancing on me usher
stash for the search's
Mama know I'm bout my bag she say you always working
I'm in traffic with a 30 because they always lurking
Bitches outside gotta watch my bag cuz they always thirsty
12 outside gotta watch my ass because they always Working
Diamond in the dirt I'm dirty
Still I'm looking pertty every day I'm show I'm worthy
ball James worthy uh
Can't give them the old me no mo
cuz the streets ain't just the streets no mo
Gotta ride all this welfare cuz my people poor
And my circle just got smaller we ain't deep no mo
Gotta watch'em from a distance that's what the scope is Fa (peewww)
You better play you part
They raising lil boys with heart
Baby's ain't scared of the dark
Eat or be ate this is the Land of the Sharks
Sensei
Low end of da United States
You all welcome
They gon act like love you the close ones can be yo trouble
All this dripping I got double, so much dripping I make puddles
City popping like a bubble me and my glock 40 we cuddle
All that woofing no that ain't you bullents give yo dog a muzzle
Did you come up from that struggle?
Was you pieces to that puzzle?
Did you score whenever you touch down did you bounce back from that fumble?
Plenty nights my stomach rumble
I ain't have no one to run too
Now I gotta ball without you Nigga look what this shit come to
They hated in the latest like I never had a curfew
Well rounded but I'll never have no squares in my circle
The streets ain't what they seem don't believe it, it'll hurt you
If being free is being square then I rather be like urkle
Cuz they don't feel the pain we the ones they do the worst to
If you black then you a suspect they going shoot you before they search you
Gotta speak so they feel me right
I know this shit is scary right
This shit deeper than Barry white
Yea
You know what I mean
It's either eat or be ate from the land of the sharks
When a man set his presence he already spoken
Treat a nigga like cigar 30's leave him smoking
3feet no pressure my chain nice you can't approach him
Surrounded by bears in that solider field I eat with vultures
Yea Uh maybach baby blue like gerber
Lane to lane a swerver
Diamonds dancing on me usher
stash for the search's
Mama know I'm bout my bag she say you always working
I'm in traffic with a 30 because they always lurking
Bitches outside gotta watch my bag cuz they always thirsty
12 outside gotta watch my ass because they always Working
Diamond in the dirt I'm dirty
Still I'm looking pertty every day I'm show I'm worthy
ball James worthy uh
Can't give them the old me no mo
cuz the streets ain't just the streets no mo
Gotta ride all this welfare cuz my people poor
And my circle just got smaller we ain't deep no mo
Gotta watch'em from a distance that's what the scope is Fa (peewww)
You better play you part
They raising lil boys with heart
Baby's ain't scared of the dark
Eat or be ate this is the Land of the Sharks
Sensei
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Writer(s): Adam Woods
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