The Alpha

Load it up, if the guys sliding you know I'm sliding to
We jump in that wheel and we all got us a glock or 2
We don't even communicate we know wat we boutta do
Light nights the best time to spin us a block or 2
Who is me? What the fu - my nigga who is you
I'm the typa nigga you step aside for when I'm stepping thru
All my guys wit me be about it yeah they steppers to
Hard DaGod I swear Da God dat Imma god up in this booth

Wuuuweee the gas be wreaking thru it
Old head cook the crack and he don't need no pot to do it
Shooot Emmm I swear I'm boutta do it
Big dog quick to take a life and don't need shots to do it

Bars was gon for a min, time we bring it back
Cuz why u knocking at the front u know come to the back
He ain't tryna stay for long he just came to scoop some pack
My other hommie pulled up with some dice and we start shooting craps
Man why you got that pole, What you gon do with that
If my hation nigga mark get the shooting is u shooting back
If my young boul get the pressen I bet he running that
'Cause he really robing dudes and he don't need a stick for that
Huh, What, Did I hear that right
They don't even got no evidence but say he facing life
Me and bro was really doing drive bys onna pedal bikes
We was been running pockets before I even grabbed a pipe
And that's some real shit, bro don't get me started with this drill shit
Cuz will take it there but besides that he be cool as shit
Had to re up on some more ammunition we got movie clips
The weed just touched it's exotics that hoe loud as shit

Wuuuweee the gas be wreaking thru it
Old head cook the crack and he don't need no pot to do it
Shooot Emmm I swear I'm boutta do it
Big dog quick to take a life and don't need shots to do it

Listen I'm really on a mission
Ima be the greatest and I know I got some competition
I was writing bars going hard I done broke the pen in
If it's not money on the line ima leave it pending
Stay independent
But when that money looking fine it's a hard decision
He like you got it lil bro don't make no fast decision
I'm like these a lot of zeros, these commas looking tempting, I might just slip in
I don't swing the rock on the court but I'm still a baller
Youngin left school to get the bag he was a whole scholar
Scary nigga sent his bitch we shoulda still robbed her
We was youngins who loved to fight until we grabbed them choppas

Wuuuweee the gas be wreaking thru it
Old head cook the crack and he don't need no pot to do it
Shooot Emmm I swear I'm boutta do it
Big dog quick to take a life and don't need shots to do it

Wuuuweee the gas be wreaking thru it
Old head cook the crack and he don't need no pot to do it
Shooot Emmm I swear I'm boutta do it
Big dog quick to take a life and don't need shots to do it



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Writer(s): Joshua Hardemon
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