Go Live

Bitch ass nigga stay faking and lying
You could've died couple of times
You take it to IG nigga on fye
He ain't trying to get active he trying go live

I'm cooking the coke cut it up like a pie
Three plays in line got to wait til it dry
Switch hit the work an he gave me the buck eyes
An I gave em a bump man I hope he don't die

Got a play out B more that's a two hour drive
I don't even think about taking that ride
I ain't taking that ride I ain't taking that fye
If they hit the lights got a stash for the hide

Told my bitch I ain't coming she getting the cross-eye
You getting up close they shooting from court side
Playing both sides then end up outside
Just know that we coming don't go on live

These goddamn plays keep banging my line
I ain't coming outside for a dime
They even try give me they money on chime like what?
They heard bout that boy now they wanna try it

And I ain't keep sparing no lives
Yo ass gone die you on the other side
Work out the backseat I just need a ride
Tae just came in the spot with the he was just on time

Serving the cane that's how I survived
Don't ask me my name and don't ask me why
Never was pressure where ever applied
These niggas be scared they don't come outside

I'll spin it right now dat shit be dry
How yo ma on the news like she don't know why
I get the lows then sell for the high the numbers go up
You better come fuck with a nigga

Yo mama, yo brother, yo sister, yo cousin, yo uncle
They know wassup with a nigga
And I roam comfortably nigga
Every where I go know I stay with a gun on me nigga

And I stay with some work like the temp
All that shooting for nun no bodies you catching attempts
Talk bout that shit in yo dip
Come round the west an get yo lil dumb ass dipped



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Writer(s): Cedric Jones
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