Late February

Uh
Alone at night i gotta roam with my AR-15 on my way home
These damn demons
You get one shot at me nigha ima empty the mag
I aint like these rap nighas man
Fuck the laws of my society police pussy they can suck a dick
Ju's Up them J's holla when they see me
I get more vouches than them rappers you see on tv
Everything good in the hood fam go and ask
They gon' tell you that they know the greenfaceman
Walk heavy in a sea of clowns
95' air max be support they never let me down
They say they afer me thats a death threat
Ju Process,, momas upset
QR Code Posters at the barbershop
Nighas trying to desecrate be dead in the parking lot
Hillside hideaway i only fucked bad bitches
Nighas hate but in my face they be ass kissing
Sit back and watch em' all eat
They aint offer me a pea, not a green bean
Before i let you take me out again ill skip a realm and cashout
With all my deadliest sins pussy
Late February im still a shooter
High Risk but i gotta keep a ruger
& No we aint scared
Fuck them what anner lee said
Sell coke to white folks
Tryn play me for a joke and you won t get to laugh
Tuck away and do the math
Now glizzy got a bag, shid
Calculate and get ghost
How tf you gonna feed me some shit i dont eat
Dont smell right government be tryna give me disease
Would you believe its a matrix nigha yin and yang
So do ya thang Street Nigha flood the world with pain
I was sent to spit G shit to make you nighas think
Freedom of speech so u repeat the shit that i need
Cause these lil nighas killin shit end up dead or in jail
Aint no love out here nighas dont believe in heaven or hell
Forgive me lord cause i've done some shit no exceptions
Looking for blessings hope you left a spot for him in heaven]
Dont make me kill him know i gotta be here for my children
You know im with it if he try me ima handle my business
Make a case
Thats if you can
Erase his face and his catalog
He had a couple fans
That ship wont sale my M.O was kill them all
Till' they drag me to hell shid i'd probably make bail
Late Februray im still a shooter
High risk but i gotta keep a ruger
And no we aint scared
Fuck them what anner lee said
Sell coke to white folks
Tryna play me for a joke and you wont get to laugh
Tuck away and do the math'
Now glizzy got a bag
Shid calculate and get ghost



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Writer(s): Patrick Peir Coleman
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