Current Spot
Yeah
Stand up nigga stand down put your hands up That's what they screaming before these Triggers get to squeezing I pray my opps be left bleeding out
Can't think about the current spot
I'm still fighting these demons
Put all the pressure in the dash
Put the bullet proof on the glass
Hell cat wit no tags on it
Yea yea oh
Yea yea oh
Hell cat wit no tags on it
Yea yea oh
Yea yea oh
Too much smoke too much pain
And my shit don't jam extention clip
And even at night gotta aim
Wake up brush these pearly whites
They lied when they said times would change
Aginst all odds overcame
A cop kill a nigga overlook it
A nigga killa a nigga he was crooked
Why ask why to a bullet
It came wit no name
Seven gram cherry pie straight to the brain
Get off of me if you on some shit
Rather take risks and go trap out yo shit
Dressed in all black is a movement
Rick owens and dior I'm gucci
Stand by my people like pool sticks and that
Glock pick up body's like chopsticks
Stand up nigga stand down put your hands up That's what they screaming before these Triggers get to squeezing I pray my opps be left bleeding out
Can't think about the current spot
I'm still fighting these demons
Put all the pressure in the dash
Put the bullet proof on the glass
Hell cat wit no tags on it
Yea yea oh
Yea yea oh
Hell cat wit no tags on it
Yea yea oh
Yea yea oh
I been feeling boxed in locked in I still be chasing that paper
Racks and on me I can see u later
Gun shots they found a body
Can't say I'm surprised In the hood it's deep
Niggas can swim where the sharks rome free
Can't get caught on empty
Glock just fire like ginobly
Shoot out the the sun roof slow creep
Make my hood remember me just in case yeen noticed
Never forgot the spot but kept goin
Cannot be stopped when you focused
Nigga like me gone make it out
Never got caught up in the current spot can't be worried bout it
Stand up nigga stand down
I see yo eyes closed
And yea I brought my heart wit me
But this ain't no ride along
And just like when the rent due
They try to break my heart tho
And yea that's what they thought
They cannnot be all hustling
All hustling
All hustling
All hustling
I still be chasing that paper
Rather take risks then go trap out yo shit
All hustling
All hustling
Can't say I'm surprised in the hood it's deep
All hustling
Stand up nigga stand down put your hands up That's what they screaming before these Triggers get to squeezing I pray my opps be left bleeding out
Can't think about the current spot
I'm still fighting these demons
Put all the pressure in the dash
Put the bullet proof on the glass
Hell cat wit no tags on it
Yea yea oh
Yea yea oh
Hell cat wit no tags on it
Yea yea oh
Yea yea oh
Too much smoke too much pain
And my shit don't jam extention clip
And even at night gotta aim
Wake up brush these pearly whites
They lied when they said times would change
Aginst all odds overcame
A cop kill a nigga overlook it
A nigga killa a nigga he was crooked
Why ask why to a bullet
It came wit no name
Seven gram cherry pie straight to the brain
Get off of me if you on some shit
Rather take risks and go trap out yo shit
Dressed in all black is a movement
Rick owens and dior I'm gucci
Stand by my people like pool sticks and that
Glock pick up body's like chopsticks
Stand up nigga stand down put your hands up That's what they screaming before these Triggers get to squeezing I pray my opps be left bleeding out
Can't think about the current spot
I'm still fighting these demons
Put all the pressure in the dash
Put the bullet proof on the glass
Hell cat wit no tags on it
Yea yea oh
Yea yea oh
Hell cat wit no tags on it
Yea yea oh
Yea yea oh
I been feeling boxed in locked in I still be chasing that paper
Racks and on me I can see u later
Gun shots they found a body
Can't say I'm surprised In the hood it's deep
Niggas can swim where the sharks rome free
Can't get caught on empty
Glock just fire like ginobly
Shoot out the the sun roof slow creep
Make my hood remember me just in case yeen noticed
Never forgot the spot but kept goin
Cannot be stopped when you focused
Nigga like me gone make it out
Never got caught up in the current spot can't be worried bout it
Stand up nigga stand down
I see yo eyes closed
And yea I brought my heart wit me
But this ain't no ride along
And just like when the rent due
They try to break my heart tho
And yea that's what they thought
They cannnot be all hustling
All hustling
All hustling
All hustling
I still be chasing that paper
Rather take risks then go trap out yo shit
All hustling
All hustling
Can't say I'm surprised in the hood it's deep
All hustling
Credits
Writer(s): Timothey Harris
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