Right Here

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I wear a lot of black
Known to shoot a lot of gats
Move a lot of packs
Now I rap and get a lot of racks
Used to be too short, the hoes ain't want to holler back
Stunting on the kid, but now my kids, they swallow that
And I've done been through hell and back
But I ain't got burns on me
Just some fly shit and fake homies that turned on me
Mad 'cause I stepped my game up
Saying that I changed up
'Cause we ain't had the same luck?
You'd best to aim up if you're gunning for me
I mean, when is niggas coming for me?
I'm starting to feel like y'all running from me
'Cause I be in the same hood, same block
Same whip, different clothes, new clip, same Glock
I'm mobbing until the sun's up, I dare a nigga run up
A barber with revolvers, come get your wig done up
See I be on the block, front line with the gunners
A nigga pop shit and get hit, it was from us

I was raised to have no fear
I ain't going nowhere
I guarantee you when the smoke clears
Nigga, I'll be right here

And I'm 'a ride
I'm 'a ride (Better pray for my enemies)
I'm 'a ride (Better pray for my enemies)

Jesus on my chest, devil in my ear
So the heater's going with whatever I'm 'a wear
Niggas is plotting, yea I know, I'm aware
Just waiting on the right time to make their momma tear
I swear, look—the day a nigga try, the day a nigga die
When it's warm, like an airline I'll put him in the sky
I don't run, I don't hide, I don't talk, I don't cry
I'm just guaranteeing funerals so get your suit and tie
I'm here, nigga, and I don't need seven to air a nigga
Got some new shells and I'm willing to share, nigga
Quit telling cats what you're going do to me
Thugging ain't new to me
I'm in and out the city all the time, on my jewelry
Nigga

Better pray for my enemies



Credits
Writer(s): John Jackson, Writer Unknown
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