RIGHTEOUS
Feel like I died when lulu died but I can still breath
Imma out live all of the opps pussy
I'm still king
All the real gangsters from my city say they feel me
I'm the biggest gangster from my hood
Nigga fuck
Who don't come outside
Nigga know not to come where I be
Why hate on me when we come from the same hoodie and I'm just twenty-three
Dees nigga da hate to see me shine
Look at me now I'm
They know I'm lucci living
But I get to dat dolla like cheese
Gucci frames on with da off-white sweater
I'm bullshitting
Balenciaga shoes with the black Amiri
I pull dis
Watch dat dope
Bruh who is dat?
He get too close
You pull dat
Knock his shit back
Put him in da air
Like a pool pit
Where I come from
Too much talking let us know you a snitch
Shake my hand
Don't look me in my eye
Dats how I spot a bitch
Nigga got how in his heart
They pussy we pulling they card
Out in Cali with so many greats
We looking like
Where is ya backyard
Codeine what you smell when I farted
These niggas ain't playas they frauds
Street niggas don't carry no ID
Imma Zella ya no cards
In da hood I'm king
But to you niggas I'm a fucking God
When they catch dat boy
I sent my bread
Went right back to my fucking
Boy sappin up no soda
Hit a V12 by fuckin tomorrow
He was missing for two weeks
Deen found his ass by each body part
Now that's all bad
His momma identified his arm
Don't blame me for da drugs
These dead bodies why I'm so sprung
I can't wait till they free shiesty
If I don't pick him up in a Rari truck
It ain't right
Ain't none of these niggas my twins
They ain't nothing like me
I'm sick up in the mind
I'm damn near relate to Mike Tyson
The only difference is Big Thirty ain't boxing no fighter
Ill beat a niggas ass
But niggas get hit wit dat lightning
My grandma shouldn't have told me that
God forgives for every sin
Ain't no thing such as a lil or big sin
Sitting the fuck up
Cause since dat day I've been a killer since
Knock a nigga ass down
Then call my granny to repent
Take me to church cause dat nigga ain't making it
I send a earthquake
To hit yo block
Get to shaking shit
Knock pictures off the wall
Send bullets through yo sister wig
Luckily it was up in the closet
Not on her head
Three hunned blackout
Knock a nigga yokes out they head
Every time I'm up in the city pussy
All I see is red
Weather it's us or them niggas
Something gonna come up died
Stand in blood
It's on my hands
Shit don got to my head
He catch a body in eleventh grade
My baby threat
Born in 07
Matter facts dat oy the latest threat
Youngest out the camp
But the quickest too put shit to rest
Got caught up wit dat hoe
Wide awoke and got rocked to bed
Ain't catch a soul
Tryin to catch one
You was
I pop Percocet's
Drank up drink
And I be poppin zans
Cause that feeling the best
I can't even fuck my bitch
She think I'm fucking off medicine
Ain't stuntin no bitch
With or without her
Cough sick drank
I better not get sick
I'm not a toxic person
I just got a toxic dick
Bae I'm done with all dat toxic shit
On god
Imma out live all of the opps pussy
I'm still king
All the real gangsters from my city say they feel me
I'm the biggest gangster from my hood
Nigga fuck
Who don't come outside
Nigga know not to come where I be
Why hate on me when we come from the same hoodie and I'm just twenty-three
Dees nigga da hate to see me shine
Look at me now I'm
They know I'm lucci living
But I get to dat dolla like cheese
Gucci frames on with da off-white sweater
I'm bullshitting
Balenciaga shoes with the black Amiri
I pull dis
Watch dat dope
Bruh who is dat?
He get too close
You pull dat
Knock his shit back
Put him in da air
Like a pool pit
Where I come from
Too much talking let us know you a snitch
Shake my hand
Don't look me in my eye
Dats how I spot a bitch
Nigga got how in his heart
They pussy we pulling they card
Out in Cali with so many greats
We looking like
Where is ya backyard
Codeine what you smell when I farted
These niggas ain't playas they frauds
Street niggas don't carry no ID
Imma Zella ya no cards
In da hood I'm king
But to you niggas I'm a fucking God
When they catch dat boy
I sent my bread
Went right back to my fucking
Boy sappin up no soda
Hit a V12 by fuckin tomorrow
He was missing for two weeks
Deen found his ass by each body part
Now that's all bad
His momma identified his arm
Don't blame me for da drugs
These dead bodies why I'm so sprung
I can't wait till they free shiesty
If I don't pick him up in a Rari truck
It ain't right
Ain't none of these niggas my twins
They ain't nothing like me
I'm sick up in the mind
I'm damn near relate to Mike Tyson
The only difference is Big Thirty ain't boxing no fighter
Ill beat a niggas ass
But niggas get hit wit dat lightning
My grandma shouldn't have told me that
God forgives for every sin
Ain't no thing such as a lil or big sin
Sitting the fuck up
Cause since dat day I've been a killer since
Knock a nigga ass down
Then call my granny to repent
Take me to church cause dat nigga ain't making it
I send a earthquake
To hit yo block
Get to shaking shit
Knock pictures off the wall
Send bullets through yo sister wig
Luckily it was up in the closet
Not on her head
Three hunned blackout
Knock a nigga yokes out they head
Every time I'm up in the city pussy
All I see is red
Weather it's us or them niggas
Something gonna come up died
Stand in blood
It's on my hands
Shit don got to my head
He catch a body in eleventh grade
My baby threat
Born in 07
Matter facts dat oy the latest threat
Youngest out the camp
But the quickest too put shit to rest
Got caught up wit dat hoe
Wide awoke and got rocked to bed
Ain't catch a soul
Tryin to catch one
You was
I pop Percocet's
Drank up drink
And I be poppin zans
Cause that feeling the best
I can't even fuck my bitch
She think I'm fucking off medicine
Ain't stuntin no bitch
With or without her
Cough sick drank
I better not get sick
I'm not a toxic person
I just got a toxic dick
Bae I'm done with all dat toxic shit
On god
Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Wright, Elijah Gull, Ashot Akopian, Jamaal Townsend
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