Loyalty
yeah fam listen im ambitious i leave a man missin
plant somethin tickin under his transmisson
did my first hit twelve years old pants lived it
little place in coney island called the glam kitchen
i walk right up on the table where i cant miss him
hit his bodyguard comin out of the can pissin
the two waiters servin plates stood in a trance shiverin
i carried out the damn mission thats loyalty
no regrets anything less will destroy the peace
a boss is a boss learn to respect royalty
run off with money get put down in the soil free
now sit down and enjoy the feast boy its capiche
been runnin here for nine years and believe me none of em kan-years
i done lost about nine pairs crime career never find fair
souless eyes my gods got a blind stare
my intuition told me play my position and stay loyal
you aint gotta get ya hands dirty i do it for you
i grew up on the crime side the new york time side
and gave up on everything when my moms died
perfected my craft on rooftops and staircases
pulled robberies with no mask showing my bare face
keep it g low key and never ball out got wit a sick ass click and went all out
yall forget back to back we could ball out 100 deep run up in macys and air the mall out
just give me the order and my niggas will come
give me a gun point em out and consider it done
the streets fathered me so im considered its son
keep it real stay sucker free and the figures will come unh
live by the gun and put my life on the line anybody could get left bullets right through ya mind unh
plant somethin tickin under his transmisson
did my first hit twelve years old pants lived it
little place in coney island called the glam kitchen
i walk right up on the table where i cant miss him
hit his bodyguard comin out of the can pissin
the two waiters servin plates stood in a trance shiverin
i carried out the damn mission thats loyalty
no regrets anything less will destroy the peace
a boss is a boss learn to respect royalty
run off with money get put down in the soil free
now sit down and enjoy the feast boy its capiche
been runnin here for nine years and believe me none of em kan-years
i done lost about nine pairs crime career never find fair
souless eyes my gods got a blind stare
my intuition told me play my position and stay loyal
you aint gotta get ya hands dirty i do it for you
i grew up on the crime side the new york time side
and gave up on everything when my moms died
perfected my craft on rooftops and staircases
pulled robberies with no mask showing my bare face
keep it g low key and never ball out got wit a sick ass click and went all out
yall forget back to back we could ball out 100 deep run up in macys and air the mall out
just give me the order and my niggas will come
give me a gun point em out and consider it done
the streets fathered me so im considered its son
keep it real stay sucker free and the figures will come unh
live by the gun and put my life on the line anybody could get left bullets right through ya mind unh
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Writer(s): Travis Doyle
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