Menace

I got some bro's in jail and some up in the grave
I got some bro's in jail and some up in the grave
No palm trees but they throwing shade
Call 'em palm trees the way they throwing
Uh,
I got some bros in jail and some up in the grave
We call 'em palm trees the way they throwing shade
When you get money you gon start to see them hate
And these your friends that be smiling in your face
Why you think i keep this 40 on my waist
These streets done turned me to a menace
I gotta watch for ones that claim they really with me
Cause they tryna line me up,
Yeah line me just to end me
I hate they act like they don't know who run the city
I ain't talking hot dogs when say i keep a glizzy
Cause i know niggas outchea tryna do me filthy
Over these bitches i know niggas wanna kill me
The Feds gon snatch you if they know you independent
And showing skills of leadership they try prevent it
They turn around and say it's crimes that we committing
To take from us all that gained to leave us finished
Like they ain't doing the same thing we doing yet worse
How many,
Of us gon die over oil, over turfs
So they gon try blind your eyes from seeing your worth
With,
Yeah,
We on caresha time with opps we want em real bad
Last one that we dropped he was thief so folks ain't feel bad
But the way we belt to assin niggas makin em real mad
But ask me if care how niggas feel i bet i'd still pass
I'm from where they drilling
Niggas outchea spinning just to say they spinning
Most ain't hitting
Who they suppose to be hitting
Niggas aims is different
Niggas bitches,
From the way always bleeding with no period
Niggas shiesty like that nigga Pooh but uh it ain't no period
I be,
Outchea really in the mix but out the mix i'm serious

Gotta watch out for these lame niggas that be curious

Tryna leave bloody on the floor i'm tryna air it
Uh
Yeah,
RIP DANZA RIP TORO RIP LAZ
I'm out here grinding stuck in my ways tryna get paid
Uh,



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