Karma
I gotta keep my head up 'cause i know shit comin' my way
They say karma 'round the corner
But i'm strapped up everyday
Take my Glizzy everywhere i go
I gotta play it safe
You think it's sweet and meet the grave
You can lose yo' life today
I double back and beat the trap
You know a nigga catchin' plays
Oh that's yo' hoe hit from the back
I dog her out grip on her lace
Stay in yo' lane this shit get wild
Pull murder 1s without a trace
You crossed me out that shit was foul
So pussy nigga dig yo' grave
I can turn it up like where you at
I'm spinnin' on that street
Better duck yo' taco duck yo' hat
'Cause you know that it's beef
On the other hand
I'm chasin money
I can't get no sleep
These niggas salt me down and talk about me
But ain't got no cheese
I be fiendin' just give me a reason
Ima up and squeeze
It's a murder
That nigga ain't breathin
Left him on the scene
Buy new Glizzys & new rifles
Put them bitches on the team
My favorite one gon' be that 4 inch
That bitch come' wit a beam
This life i live i swear to god
Sometime this shit feel like a dream
Can't lie i got my ups and downs
No everything ain't what it seem
It ain't no cappin' in my raps
I'm spittin' facts i'm comin' clean
I used to steal but now i'm rappin'
And i trap like what you mean
And i don't owe a nigga shit
But a headshot from out the steel
Got in my lane and made a way
I swear this shit been gettin' real
You cross that line
Bitch i'm gon' face you
Pop a nigga like a pill
Gun in my hand not on my waist
Bitch i stay ready for the drill
They say karma 'round the corner
But i'm strapped up everyday
Take my Glizzy everywhere i go
I gotta play it safe
You think it's sweet and meet the grave
You can lose yo' life today
I double back and beat the trap
You know a nigga catchin' plays
Oh that's yo' hoe hit from the back
I dog her out grip on her lace
Stay in yo' lane this shit get wild
Pull murder 1s without a trace
You crossed me out that shit was foul
So pussy nigga dig yo' grave
I can turn it up like where you at
I'm spinnin' on that street
Better duck yo' taco duck yo' hat
'Cause you know that it's beef
On the other hand
I'm chasin money
I can't get no sleep
These niggas salt me down and talk about me
But ain't got no cheese
I be fiendin' just give me a reason
Ima up and squeeze
It's a murder
That nigga ain't breathin
Left him on the scene
Buy new Glizzys & new rifles
Put them bitches on the team
My favorite one gon' be that 4 inch
That bitch come' wit a beam
This life i live i swear to god
Sometime this shit feel like a dream
Can't lie i got my ups and downs
No everything ain't what it seem
It ain't no cappin' in my raps
I'm spittin' facts i'm comin' clean
I used to steal but now i'm rappin'
And i trap like what you mean
And i don't owe a nigga shit
But a headshot from out the steel
Got in my lane and made a way
I swear this shit been gettin' real
You cross that line
Bitch i'm gon' face you
Pop a nigga like a pill
Gun in my hand not on my waist
Bitch i stay ready for the drill
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Writer(s): Torrance Ruff
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