LOYALTY (feat. Dbenzo & 48JayO)
This world cold and this life real
This world cold and this life real
Aye, devil on the rise, you can feel it in the sky
Moon full of blood, I got hate in my eyes
Tryna separate from all the fake and all the lies
And you can try it if you want, I promise you get penalized
Double cup stuffed, in that Maybach I'm nodding off
Quick to tell the opps to suck a dick, I bet I let it off
He front his moves, he gotta pay the cost
Ain't no getting off, I been feeling used and abused
I let them demons talk
I done ran it up, you better watch out for them snakes
Bro gone catch a body, he gone leave him in a fucking grave
Dissing on my man's, you better watch out what you fucking say
Pull up at your function, light it up like a holiday, yeah
When we catch him, we gon' lay him down broad day
Damn, I miss my bro, we was posted in that hallway
In my bag, I ain't tryna listen to what y'all say
If he got a problem, we gone knock him off the hardway
Devil on the rise, you can feel it in the sky
Moon full of blood, I got hate in my eyes
Tryna separate from all the fake and all the lies
And you can try it if you want, I promise you get penalized
Double cup stuffed, in that Maybach I'm nodding off
Quick to tell the opps to suck a dick, I better let it off
He front his moves, he gotta pay the cost
Ain't no getting off, I been feeling used and abused
I let them demons talk
Murder on my mind, I'm out here in these streets
I'm hungry, stomach hurting, can't afford nothing to eat
Heard a pussy nigga plottin', catch me lacking, he gone creep
That's a bet, cause when I catch him, I'ma rock him straight to sleep
My spleen aching where they stabbed me in my back and they ain't blink
I was struggling out here thugging off the X, can't get no sleep
I know it's fucked up, but it's fuck it
You gone fold it, you gone get it
Cop a QP of him sickles, he gone throw an ounce of fet
Say the game should be sold, had to pay to learn to whip
Went from cooking up in spoons to bouncing babies out this bitch
Went from buying junkies lean, now my niggas busting scripts
Went from posted on that corner, now my feet's up in the crib
Niggas gotta learn they lesson, you gone die or you gon'elive
You gon' live behind a fence or you gon' live out in this field
You could get a second chance, but usually one is what it is
Either way, best know your move cause this world cold and this life real, yeah
Outro
This world cold and this life real
Aye, devil on the rise, you can feel it in the sky
Moon full of blood, I got hate in my eyes
Tryna separate from all the fake and all the lies
And you can try it if you want, I promise you get penalized
Double cup stuffed, in that Maybach I'm nodding off
Quick to tell the opps to suck a dick, I bet I let it off
He front his moves, he gotta pay the cost
Ain't no getting off, I been feeling used and abused
I let them demons talk
I done ran it up, you better watch out for them snakes
Bro gone catch a body, he gone leave him in a fucking grave
Dissing on my man's, you better watch out what you fucking say
Pull up at your function, light it up like a holiday, yeah
When we catch him, we gon' lay him down broad day
Damn, I miss my bro, we was posted in that hallway
In my bag, I ain't tryna listen to what y'all say
If he got a problem, we gone knock him off the hardway
Devil on the rise, you can feel it in the sky
Moon full of blood, I got hate in my eyes
Tryna separate from all the fake and all the lies
And you can try it if you want, I promise you get penalized
Double cup stuffed, in that Maybach I'm nodding off
Quick to tell the opps to suck a dick, I better let it off
He front his moves, he gotta pay the cost
Ain't no getting off, I been feeling used and abused
I let them demons talk
Murder on my mind, I'm out here in these streets
I'm hungry, stomach hurting, can't afford nothing to eat
Heard a pussy nigga plottin', catch me lacking, he gone creep
That's a bet, cause when I catch him, I'ma rock him straight to sleep
My spleen aching where they stabbed me in my back and they ain't blink
I was struggling out here thugging off the X, can't get no sleep
I know it's fucked up, but it's fuck it
You gone fold it, you gone get it
Cop a QP of him sickles, he gone throw an ounce of fet
Say the game should be sold, had to pay to learn to whip
Went from cooking up in spoons to bouncing babies out this bitch
Went from buying junkies lean, now my niggas busting scripts
Went from posted on that corner, now my feet's up in the crib
Niggas gotta learn they lesson, you gone die or you gon'elive
You gon' live behind a fence or you gon' live out in this field
You could get a second chance, but usually one is what it is
Either way, best know your move cause this world cold and this life real, yeah
Outro
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Farmer
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