YSL
Major leagues
Perk witta quil aint nomo triple c's
Gotta be tweak if he think he a g
I'll wipe ya nose lil nigga come geek
Austin powers turn ya nun to a freak
If we smash ya wifey
We picked up a fee
Left mi amigo swap bennies for p's
Its up and its stuck and you kno what it be
Im from The 9
Where its deep shit
Thats why I stay wit the heat
Why all my classmates wait til I get order
To talk all that stick talk like they really street
Talking that steak Nikko finna eat
Thought you was war ready
Couldnt feast
Pop me a opp hit the stuu for a fee
Living cost money but dying is free
Hop on the mic and I pilot the beat
And this just a tease
She say my actions like thugs in the 50s I'm talking grease
60s and 70s beat up my people
Wit no release
Then in the 80s the rock made us weak
Learnt to whip in the sink
Spoon and penny serve a hit to a fiend
Ion need a triple beam
4 Eyes ball right
Serve em good
Then i go collect the green
Money money dreams
Drugs rule everthing that's around me
Either trappin jackin rappin trickin still
Narco all surroundings
Have you ever woke up to the SWAT team
Them choppas militant
Only real niggas gonna feel this shit
Get arraigned and you plea for your innocence
But you worth more to them serving sentences
Non violent weed charge more than rapist get
First time I saw it
I cant forget
No a nigga cant forget
Breaking the law cause its already bent
Might murder another cause i cant repent
Wit this life that i live every breath is a sin
Hate to say it but i kno whats with in
If I die today cant see mom again
She was my angel gave birth to a demon
Could you watch yo momma die
I really seen it
So no I cant care when you leak on the cement
Numb take a look at these dead bodies
Cant forget the last time that we rocked it
Keep yo molly I gotta stay solid (Hey)
I bossd up to notha whole notha level
In my circle professional steppas
So my skeletons think i'm the devil
Numb look at all of these dead bodies
Cant forget the last time that we rocked it
Keep yo molly I gotta stay solid (Hey)
I bossd up to notha whole notha level
In my circle professional steppas
So my skeletons think i'm the devil
Perk witta quil aint nomo triple c's
Gotta be tweak if he think he a g
I'll wipe ya nose lil nigga come geek
Austin powers turn ya nun to a freak
If we smash ya wifey
We picked up a fee
Left mi amigo swap bennies for p's
Its up and its stuck and you kno what it be
Im from The 9
Where its deep shit
Thats why I stay wit the heat
Why all my classmates wait til I get order
To talk all that stick talk like they really street
Talking that steak Nikko finna eat
Thought you was war ready
Couldnt feast
Pop me a opp hit the stuu for a fee
Living cost money but dying is free
Hop on the mic and I pilot the beat
And this just a tease
She say my actions like thugs in the 50s I'm talking grease
60s and 70s beat up my people
Wit no release
Then in the 80s the rock made us weak
Learnt to whip in the sink
Spoon and penny serve a hit to a fiend
Ion need a triple beam
4 Eyes ball right
Serve em good
Then i go collect the green
Money money dreams
Drugs rule everthing that's around me
Either trappin jackin rappin trickin still
Narco all surroundings
Have you ever woke up to the SWAT team
Them choppas militant
Only real niggas gonna feel this shit
Get arraigned and you plea for your innocence
But you worth more to them serving sentences
Non violent weed charge more than rapist get
First time I saw it
I cant forget
No a nigga cant forget
Breaking the law cause its already bent
Might murder another cause i cant repent
Wit this life that i live every breath is a sin
Hate to say it but i kno whats with in
If I die today cant see mom again
She was my angel gave birth to a demon
Could you watch yo momma die
I really seen it
So no I cant care when you leak on the cement
Numb take a look at these dead bodies
Cant forget the last time that we rocked it
Keep yo molly I gotta stay solid (Hey)
I bossd up to notha whole notha level
In my circle professional steppas
So my skeletons think i'm the devil
Numb look at all of these dead bodies
Cant forget the last time that we rocked it
Keep yo molly I gotta stay solid (Hey)
I bossd up to notha whole notha level
In my circle professional steppas
So my skeletons think i'm the devil
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Writer(s): Quentin Davis
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