25 that life is still a mess
Santa Claus pop shots for amateurs top shots mechanical
shooting that niggas candle up shorty
killer season for romance
Walk around with nine and a half,
Programmed to kill or be killed,
Still they label me menace,
the doctor had to carry out
don't make me bring the dairy out
don't make me bring Larry out
Woke up on the church stoop,
don't end up in the scary house
I had to air the teller out
Give me all you got, bitch,
all my shooters gon' carry out
Flag on the plate, nigga,
But this is not no TV show,
my basement like I play Tigger
Make a demonstration like
crackers when they say nigga
But still I have their eyes
like I slave with my ancestors
Sittin' in the kitchen with
Talkin' to my daddy like,
watch out for the takeover
But frontin' when I said,
like I see my daddy through him
never ever really knew him
I bring the whole crew in
and loyalty should have a new meaning
Niggas sendin' death threats
like shooters on my head now
Tell them get they money back,
dodgin' groupies and af fairs now
Had to cut my dreads now,
them bitches rub my head now
sell it all at Babe House
she raised us in the ape house
pick him up if he stumble
My back against the wall,
if it's on, we gon' rumble
he had to lock me in the dungeon
if you think you gon' touch him
and watch him turn into a bustler
Feed them with the wolves
and watch them turn into a hustler
and guns come from Russia
If I fucked it with a condom,
I swear I didn't trust her Nigga
Every home that communication
if I'm not asking too much,