Lyrics: Joshua Rivera/Taquesha Rowland
Music: Joshua Rivera/Taquesha Rowland
If You enemies with My Enemies
Then eventually We gon link
Don’t get caught sleep with Your Eyes close don’t slip up and don’t blink
Keep My Friends close Enemies closer
Keep ‘em by My side like Holsters
Imma post up til throat cut
Cause I’m cut throat yeah so what, hol’ up
Life is too short to be slowin' down/
There’s enough Money it go around/
You ain’t doin' nothin' that We ain’t done/
You a real Nigga and I ain’t one, let Me guess/
You ain’t scared to push a Nigga Wig back/
You a small Fish that’s a big Fact/
38 givin' out Six Packs/
'Round of applause You can get clapped, click clack/
I grind and I mind My Business/
No time to waste I’m ambitious/
More commas more Digits/
I got Six Nines for these Snitches/ hol' up/
Fall back let Me rip This/
My games tight, bear witness/
That’s heavy duty My Bitch is boujee
She get plenty Gucci for Christmas/
When I talk these Lames listen
I’m Cain pitchin' no game missin'/
The Games missin' what I’m bringin'
That Harlem shit, Imma die swingin’/
Me and T-Royalz, Dynamic Duo/
Pockets fat like a ****in' Sumo/
2 Guns Double Glocks
Imma draw 2 like We playin’ Uno/
So Hand Me a brand new Mic Phone/
The Crown sits adjusted on My Dome/
Plus I stay high by the Sky Zone/
And I'm top 5
Imma die alone like a G/
So Hand Me a brand new Mic Phone/
The Crown sits adjusted on My Dome/
Plus I stay high by the Sky Zone/
And I'm top 5
Imma die alone like a G/
Couple Birds on the Scene
They don’t really wanna talk to the Hawk
Better duck down
Cause it’s off with Your Head if You ever think to try to touch My Crown
Better wizen up
No I don’t give a ****
Niggaz steady snitchin'
Names all in the Book
Thinkin' of Confinement
Got em’ kneelin’ praisin’ Allah
Squealin’ all in the Buildin'
Sir there’s Pork on that Fork
Hate Bitch Niggas
In they feelings
Sayin’ that They would
But We all know They wouldn’t
They screamin' Gang
But the Gang that They claim
Ain’t even heard bout the Bodies that They claim
Y’all Niggaz sick on some Bird shit
Bunch of Pussies
Go and bite the Curb Bitch
No I don’t know You
And My Niggas don’t owe You
Double Barrel to the Temple
Will send You where the Birds is
Birds fly high
My Adrenaline got Me live
Blunts in the Sky
Just me, Henny in a Double Cup,
And a Bad Bitch right on My side
Streets here Loud where at?
They want Smoke
So I cross where the Line's at
Money Motivation
Ain’t no breakin' Concentration
Imma get to this Bag until I reach where My Dad’s at
So Hand Me a brand new Mic Phone/
The Crown sits adjusted on My Dome/
Plus I stay high by the Sky Zone/
And I'm top 5
Imma die alone like a G/
So Hand Me a brand new Mic Phone/
The Crown sits adjusted on My Dome/
Plus I stay high by the Sky Zone/
And I'm top 5
Imma die alone like a G/