Violent Nights

When I step know I'm stepping for real
If I'm on a drill you know I'm off a pill
When I beat it up I'm throwing bills
She shaking the room cause she know my name Phil
Nigga chat it up he getting killed
I been on a move cause ain't nobody real
If he moving with opps he get grilled
Like
Moving too tact I been stepping
I don't go nowhere without a weapon
Beam on his chest and then he learn his lesson
Got the Glock in my hand now he stressing
Stomp on his face and then he getting tossed
Off the muddy I been getting sauced
30 Been making me feel like I'm crossed
If I'm next nigga then you lost
How you gon' play with all these niggas nuts
If I'm ass nigga then you butt
I'll let it clap I ain't getting touched
Get back if you wanna clutch
Get back if you wanna clutch on me
Too tact yeah they ain't rushing me
Like look like

I wont let up
Where I'm from gotta tote on berettas
Like swear i'm fed up
Way we living don't think shit get better
And she wanna (Cry all night)
Why she tryna
And I told them never say never
But niggas be fold under pressure

Pray for my bro hope that boy make it home
Behind him it's war you get hit in your dome
Walk up let it pop nigga you keep the smoke
Don't like to politic niggas is broke
Hold on glah glah glah boom nigga
Gang gang gang gang gang

Let me tell you the story of my life
Twelve years old locked down I was tight
Came home told my mom she was right
Gun in my pants niggas don't like to fight
Fast forward a year or two what I get into
Caught a couple of charges
Uh, shit had me heartless (Had me heartless)

I wont let up
Where i'm from gotta tote on berettas
Like swear i'm fed up
Way we living don't think shit get better
And she wanna (Cry all night)
Why she tryna
And I told them never say never
But niggas be fold under pressure

I been in the grimiest places
The grimiest niggas don't phase me
Since young I been trying to be famous
So the money and fame cant change me
Did a lot for these niggas they still did me dirt
Soon that nigga he lay on a shirt
See that boy I'ma flock
Just me and bro spinning dumb off a yerk
And I pray to god that I'm gon make it home
Put me on a shirt you get put on your own
Wipe me you get wiped nigga let that be known
Mama keep calling can't answer my phone
Day I lose bro I'll go crazy
Swear to god throwing bullets like Brady
Couple knockers the fuck is a safety
Couple knockers so how you gon chase me

I wont let up
Where i'm from gotta tote on berettas
Like swear i'm fed up
Way we living don't think shit get better
And she wanna (Cry all night)
Why she tryna
And I told them never say never
But niggas be fold under pressure

I wont let up
Where i'm from gotta tote on berettas
Like swear i'm fed up
Way we living don't think shit get better
And she wanna (Cry all night)
Why she tryna
And I told them never say never
But niggas be fold under pressure