Baptize

Stunna
Go uh uh yea
You wanna go sit eat at Truth's
But you want to tell me lies
In the trenches try my best to survive
Dead feelings I try my best to revive
Any given night you can catch me alive
This Glock baptize that's a blessing in disguise
I'm so high
Them bitches checking my eyes
Fuck the jakes
I gave my lawyer a surprise
Streets a never make a nigga meet my demise

Yea
This how we living in the Raq with it
Dirty Eastside eat or get ate
Early never late
Yea fuck the jakes
All gas no breaks
We going gone free bands
This shit is treacherous for us
Patch the pain with a cup
Baptize baptize
Some you can't see with eyes

Okay I can press a button make a call
I rather go with pipes or shit I rather not at all
I'm not speaking for the pussies
Boy I'm speaking for the dogs
Super charged motors
While I'm riding smoking logs
Yes I love the high
But I can not forget the fall
I know this life a bitch
But I'm a say this shit is brilliant
Free bands dog I'm hitting shit Sicilian
Came a long you understand I'm so resiliant
Even though you know
I'm steady chasing after these millions
I will still get active wit them killers
Fact of the matter
I'm still climbing up a ladder
If my hair was gone or I was broke
It shouldn't matter
But I'm cashing out on guns
The streets flattered
Everybody slide dawg
Who up next batter
Life fast but these bullets move faster
Since I lost dae dae
My whole life been a disaster
Baptize him turn a nigga straight to casper
Launch control like a nigga work for nasa
I like the cats cause I think they move faster
I had to crack a window
Smoke fucking with her asthma

Try my best to survive
Try my best to revive
Any given night you can catch me alive
This Glock baptize that's a blessing in disguise
I'm so high
Them bitches checking my eyes
Fuck the jakes
I gave my lawyer a surprise
Streets a never make a nigga meet my demise



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Writer(s): Deonte Craig
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