G-Wick

You need to tell tha truth nigga
It'll set you free
Not Muhammad I can't float but sting like bee
On my momma I been trapping serving fiends
Say you a gangster with them guns but you niggas weak
Could never be a favorite son hurt my momma deep
And all my life I lived off crumbs now we thirty deep

Thirty guns plenty ditches You go inna sea
Remember we was low on funds vans on my feet
Ain't no product of the struggle aint no war and peace
I want my kids to live a life never worry eat

I'll bust you in yo shit if you under me
We got glocks and long guns from my Florida peeps
Pretty bitch and call her ass my georgia peach
Up the stick now he singing like Alicia Keys
I'm up at six cause I keep screaming I ain't having dreams
Post traumatic got me fighting for a state of need
Been fighting demons kill em' all since the age of 3

And I wont call you for no money cause yo pockets cheap
Man I love thumbing through these hundreds prolly more than breathing
Won't apologize for shit bitch we getting even
The way this bitch yap her lips like a dog teething
The way I'm running to the bag got my heart beating
Too fast, wont last, man I miss my bitch
How the fuck you count a hundred, forty for a brick
Three pointer very deep know its going in
Had hoops dreams got expelled wouldn't let me in
Weapon charge fuck them bars never going in
Yo bitch a goat man her throat what I'm coming in
My sister tryna change her life fuck a life of sin
And If I get like ten years Ima do the bid
Ain't no telling fuck that yelling better stay quiet
He told on gang now his people tryna red dot em
My nigga Mando just got booked for a home invasion
Tell dem boys free my brother we at home waiting
All my niggas know is violence they gone yellow tape it
I tell my brother if he die I might go crazy
I ain't do this for myself but for my old lady
I'm tryna up a hundred thousand all in blue faces
Name a nigga that I need, mount yo bitch like shelf
We at yo door with them guns better call for help
They saying that I ran, man that shit was someone else
These niggas sayin that they want me but won't send me shells
They forty deep, I'll kill them niggas by myself
John Wick with a stick you finna go to hell
This too fire man my mic shit finna melt
It's raining hundreds in the club like its raining hail
Say my name buddah finna send a couple shells
Kill your son send his body through the bloody mail
Don't play dumb get the drum and I hit the cell
I had a knife and they tried to send my ass to jail