Televised

They think everything posed to be televised
He want smoke, like red bull give em' wing and put 'em in the sky
Nigga tried to run like Ricky, 2 shots left 'em paralyzed
I done seen it, all you gotta do is look up in my eyes
My niggas get the popping check the calendar 4th of July
He keep on speaking on the gang it's to the point he had to die
We put him in the ground 6 feet, ima watch his momma cry
You don't gotta worry bout us, my niggas got plenty fye

I got this Glock up on my hip and its gone blow em' like a candle
My family up there in New York just like they Julius Randle
He got the running out on feet so we had shot em' in his sandal
I'm in Baltimore just like lamer Jackson or Deion sanders
I had to switch it up one time, these niggas saying that i sound the same
These niggas true color gone show so I'm always chilling up with the gang
And if he run up on the bros then we gone have to go and split his brain
I got red dot on this Glock in other words i got some accurate aim
Me and my little brother we gotta get this mula
Hit a lick all by myself I'm not in the need for a shooter
She said 2oolie you the man but I am not no super
We shot that boy twice in his chest so we sent him to the gulag
He keep on testing ima have to get his ass by any means
I'm smoking on this gas you know i got it all up in my jeans
These shawtys they ain't tryna hit my line because they think I'm mean
Really i be chilling shawty I'm just tryna break ya spleen

They think everything posed to be televised
He want smoke, like red bull give em' wing and put 'em in the sky
Nigga tried to run like Ricky, 2 shots left 'em paralyzed
I done seen it, all you gotta do is look up in my eyes
My niggas get the popping check the calendar 4th of July
He keep on speaking on the gang it's to the point he had to die
We put him in the ground 6 feet, ima watch his momma cry
You don't gotta worry bout us, my niggas got plenty fye



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Writer(s): Jaylen Mitchell
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