Outro
Still trapping smoke out the Benz
While chopping game with my brother
Like "I'm hearing word thru the wind if they catch me i gotta suffer"
I take meds til i feel dead
Plus i'm living life like a trucker
Say it's 20 on my head
But for that bread we'll catch another
Hold up bleed the block
The only thing i believe in is the streets and Glock
And what i trust been written in stone
They on they own face on a cement box
Know it's fucked up i got my son riding while the evil out
But before they pop my shit
Me and the opposites gone have to squeeze it out
I got shot bullets tore all thru my flesh and i start bleeding out
But i ain't feel it
So i guess it's consequences cause we scheme a lot
Plus we drilling
Slide thru that bitch nigga bet not have they people out
Gone be a killing
And i put that shit on my rib,my kid,my mama, and all her children
I can die at any instant
We leave shells on the pavement
When clapping cars go to drifting
They gone label me the realest
On top of that this how i'm living
Plus this Flawless shit my religion
Bitch we balling it's first division
Tell them bitch ass niggas keep up or lose they motherfucking fitted
When it get real this shit get ignant
We ain't killing bout no money
This shit bout bidness nigga clearly
When i clap it
Stand on that shit that you caption under yo image
For them disses in them lyrics
Bitch we gone shake the whole city
All or nun
Yk what it is nigga it's me
It's Mula
Let's Go
Still the hottest out
We gone turn shit up soon as a opp get out
All that repping on that work ain't nobody die
You deserve a lullaby
Pull it keep spitting ain't got no switch this ar modified
Plus it came from overseas
Blood on the leaves when it turn autumn time
Still run the streets where problems lie
I ain't gotta lie
I done fuck around and tried a thousand times and got disqualified
I ain't choose this way of living but i'm in it i watched my momma cry
When i wake up grab my glizzy say my prayers and spray on Baccarat
What you consider to be gangster nigga
I'm in a bucket fulla crabs plus i'm mad and i can't laugh
So everyday i got my banger with me
Everybody hanging with me know we danger living
But i got a way with words i can paint a picture
I feel im angel gifted
I ain't far away from riches
This shit got my patience thickened
I feel i could make a difference but the city just hate me different
Recording shit out my home while on my own feel i'm the greatest in it
My brother nem been gone for way too long
Feel i should pay a visit
I know victims of a homicide
Bitch my brothers died for real
Lost my faith feel like a couple times
This shit fell from off my heels
When i move i got a gun on side
This got nun to do with my peers
Tell em welcome to the other side
I been facing all my fears
We been facing shit for years
I'll be racing til i heal
Outta patience and i got some cases i'm trynna get clear
They can't change me and they feel it's crazy the way that i'm is
Fuck yo statement i'll take shackles and chains before i squeal
While chopping game with my brother
Like "I'm hearing word thru the wind if they catch me i gotta suffer"
I take meds til i feel dead
Plus i'm living life like a trucker
Say it's 20 on my head
But for that bread we'll catch another
Hold up bleed the block
The only thing i believe in is the streets and Glock
And what i trust been written in stone
They on they own face on a cement box
Know it's fucked up i got my son riding while the evil out
But before they pop my shit
Me and the opposites gone have to squeeze it out
I got shot bullets tore all thru my flesh and i start bleeding out
But i ain't feel it
So i guess it's consequences cause we scheme a lot
Plus we drilling
Slide thru that bitch nigga bet not have they people out
Gone be a killing
And i put that shit on my rib,my kid,my mama, and all her children
I can die at any instant
We leave shells on the pavement
When clapping cars go to drifting
They gone label me the realest
On top of that this how i'm living
Plus this Flawless shit my religion
Bitch we balling it's first division
Tell them bitch ass niggas keep up or lose they motherfucking fitted
When it get real this shit get ignant
We ain't killing bout no money
This shit bout bidness nigga clearly
When i clap it
Stand on that shit that you caption under yo image
For them disses in them lyrics
Bitch we gone shake the whole city
All or nun
Yk what it is nigga it's me
It's Mula
Let's Go
Still the hottest out
We gone turn shit up soon as a opp get out
All that repping on that work ain't nobody die
You deserve a lullaby
Pull it keep spitting ain't got no switch this ar modified
Plus it came from overseas
Blood on the leaves when it turn autumn time
Still run the streets where problems lie
I ain't gotta lie
I done fuck around and tried a thousand times and got disqualified
I ain't choose this way of living but i'm in it i watched my momma cry
When i wake up grab my glizzy say my prayers and spray on Baccarat
What you consider to be gangster nigga
I'm in a bucket fulla crabs plus i'm mad and i can't laugh
So everyday i got my banger with me
Everybody hanging with me know we danger living
But i got a way with words i can paint a picture
I feel im angel gifted
I ain't far away from riches
This shit got my patience thickened
I feel i could make a difference but the city just hate me different
Recording shit out my home while on my own feel i'm the greatest in it
My brother nem been gone for way too long
Feel i should pay a visit
I know victims of a homicide
Bitch my brothers died for real
Lost my faith feel like a couple times
This shit fell from off my heels
When i move i got a gun on side
This got nun to do with my peers
Tell em welcome to the other side
I been facing all my fears
We been facing shit for years
I'll be racing til i heal
Outta patience and i got some cases i'm trynna get clear
They can't change me and they feel it's crazy the way that i'm is
Fuck yo statement i'll take shackles and chains before i squeal
Credits
Writer(s): Cedric Stith
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