Pilling slugs at your mug, filling drugs in
My projects, more scattered,
Making room for more trauma,
I can show you how to get
I'm seeing no penitentiary
Crime scene clean, shells, no prints
It's good for me to survive this gangsta
Shit meant for you not to be livin'
Fool for the pigeons, fools I'm givin'
New lessons for the street
Blames that don't know the game,
You get killed, want meat peeled,
claimin' to be the hillest
I don't know if y 'all know,
let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulations
heavy body waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happen to just rappin'?
Mic rappin', freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and doin' it bang
What you niggas know about
I'm off the rack like slabs of ribs
I want it big, I ain't fuckin' with kids
I'm after six -digit fiends
Fuck the rings and the tribulations,
This criminal lifestyle keeps me animatin'
This turf talks before you
It don't matter if you crippin'
Dallas squad pluggin' it up
Bunny hoppin' on haters like
Fuck around with the squad,
We takin' gangsta shit to the maximum
But I'm mainly into bubblin',
Big heads, I'm lovin' them,
Leavin' the envious in awe, cause I tremendously ball I'm supported by the game,
And come out unscathed with no
Heavy nigga out there claimin' to be the healers I
don't know if y 'all know, let a nigga know
I'm lost in the stipulations,
Whatever happen to just rappin'?
Rippin' up tracks and doin' it bang
But you niggas know about
T and the gang, who's the illest?
you rappin' like you from the
Me told, gun jammed in your throat,
Gang got the streets woke, youngin',
same nigga got the coat brungin'
Introduced them new fiends to smack
Pop told me when I was younger,
Went from hustlin' to sacks to heavy weights,
Kids and preachers know me,
Reverend, kept his church from falling,
Comfortable dog, conf in a
Harlem, any city ghetto or hood
Kick back, blow and listen to
Get head count though, and just sitting apart
AK and the sofa, I'm the illest
Who come closer to the late
Heavy nigga, off that claiming to be the hillest
I don't know if y 'all know,
I'm lost in the stipulations,
Whatever happen to just rappin'?
Rasmussen, freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and doin' the thang
What you niggas know about
Imagine that, with fools pullin'
We livin' in a time of plagues
Where homies in the inner
Meanwhile I stay sharp like a ballpoint pen
I see the smirks and grins,
Cause I'm gettin' lucrative loot,
If you only knew the half of it,
But niggas just big and talk
Man, you can't knock the hustle,
I wanna exit out the game kinda like
And set aside a legal pharmaceutical
Should I act from your advice?
Fuck it, I'm out to get it, I'm a fool for
claimin' to be the heller
I don't know if y 'all know,
let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulations
heavy body waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happen to just rappin'?
Rippin' up tracks and doin' a thang
But you niggas know about