Monster
Who said caution keep you living, shit I'm vouchin' for him
I brought my pistol to the spittle when my child was born
If my lil' brother say they need me, put on millage for em
Y'all know money don't come easy, but I got it for him
That lil' button on that Glock is shit that I adore
I wanna change, but shit I can't, this shit like tug of war
Reppin my gang, plus I got kids, that's what I'm thuggin' for
I heard your city got some hustlers, I got numbers for them
No, I ain't here to save the world, I serve my people with no problem
Tell them here, take this Fendi belt and test it in designer
Me and my gang, we gotta eat, bitch, I ain't here to be no scholar
I go hard on any beat until my gang get they own island
Shit, my pops taught me how to turn somethin' so soft into a solid
Went down south, got it so raw, can't even tell when nigga chop it
Put my gang right on your block and bitch, I dare you try to stop it
Losing not a option, you better use it if you got it, free lil' choppa
Better get acquainted with your doctor, you gon' need him
You survive all these shots, I run with shottas
I told Demon, grow his dreads so they won't know which niggas shot him
They gon' say it was a monster, scream and Watts before we got him
Bitch, who shot him
I brought my pistol to the spittle when my child was born
If my lil' brother say they need me, put on millage for em
Y'all know money don't come easy, but I got it for him
That lil' button on that Glock is shit that I adore
I wanna change, but shit I can't, this shit like tug of war
Reppin my gang, plus I got kids, that's what I'm thuggin' for
I heard your city got some hustlers, I got numbers for them
No, I ain't here to save the world, I serve my people with no problem
Tell them here, take this Fendi belt and test it in designer
Me and my gang, we gotta eat, bitch, I ain't here to be no scholar
I go hard on any beat until my gang get they own island
Shit, my pops taught me how to turn somethin' so soft into a solid
Went down south, got it so raw, can't even tell when nigga chop it
Put my gang right on your block and bitch, I dare you try to stop it
Losing not a option, you better use it if you got it, free lil' choppa
Better get acquainted with your doctor, you gon' need him
You survive all these shots, I run with shottas
I told Demon, grow his dreads so they won't know which niggas shot him
They gon' say it was a monster, scream and Watts before we got him
Bitch, who shot him
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Writer(s): Shakem Hunley
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