Lyrics

Just a nigga off the block tryna chase them dollaz You boys broke, I thank the lord I don't face them problems I'm at the table, full plate eating steak with goblins Walk in the shop counting them knots Like "I'll take the Robins" Herbo just a young nigga Love 2 Stunt nigga I just wanna become rich I hope it come quicker And they hate that I'm up nigga I ain't dumb nigga That's why all of my young niggas got they guns with em Walk up in the shop on Stony, ill take the Robins And I pray for any nigga that can't wait to rob me Cause I got that 30 on me, I can't wait to pop it Fuck the Jakes, my money straight Build a case and drop it Lately I heard alotta niggas hate me, stop it And lately niggas say they gonna erase me, stop it And maybe I'm losing focus and my patience droppin Or I just might not be on point, but I be taeski watchin You can catch me in the field Everyday we clockin Money always to the right That's the.380 pocket Run up, watch me blast off That's the.380 rocket You've been welcomed to Chiraq Even the baby sparkin And it's killed or be killed here Even the babies heartless When shit get real my niggas drill Everyday we marchin Everyday them hammers cock Everyday they droppin And niggas dead my broski Roc So ain't no way we stoppin It's Rocblock til the deathbed Saw a opp, let that Glock rock til his chest bled You don't wanna catch a topshot unless you vesthead Yea and I don't talk, ya mans only heard what the tech said And his ass dead Ridin thru the opps block We just lookin for dreads With them books in the chopshop We just lookin for feds We ain't worryin bout no niggas We cookin his head .223's burn his ass We cook him with lead Left the snakes in the grass Took my niggas instead Still Free to G. Gill while he up in the feds T-Slim on his way, been upstate for them years Real niggas from the go, man just hold up ya head And Joc did a long time for the wrong crime So broski this summer for you and it's all mine And broski we coming for you when it's yo time Just know I got something for you I need more time I'm on the grind like a heavyweight They say if you don't grind, you don't shine So I went to cop this bezel face Reach for my bezel face, don't hesitate I blow this metal 8, you levitate Like you featherweight, I'm in a race Herb straight from the slums where the gangstas at Killas, robbas, junkies, and rapists at Over East where some niggas never make it at In the streets, fake niggas can't relate to that Essex block, murder scene nigga Where it's all about the green You a trapper or a feen nigga You can catch me with my team nigga No Limit MB, smokin loud drinkin lean nigga We take offense over here nigga Either worry about ya mouth or better say what you mean nigga 30 in a ning-ding Make a real scary scene, hollow tips, red beam nigga Cash rule everything nigga So I got choppers for the team And the drama that it bring with it Yeah I pop alotta beans nigga I don't ever wanna sleep cause I'm up chasin dreams nigga Gotta get this money, and these lil niggas funny Cause I'm always outside, how they "lookin" for me? You can slide thru, tryna ride thru We advise you, shells fly comin right behind you We gon ride too You can hide too We gon find you Homicide say I ain't remind you But we ain't talkin to the jakes over here If they grab you better not answer What they asky you Know that snitches get These 40's out the 50 clip Flame up if you get the shit Niggas gettin caught with bricks need shit Sayin the jury dismissed the shit Nah, you ain't with the shit Hand down to the snitchin shit I'll never say a word I ain't good at makin sentences While I'm tryna get rich and shit Hallways full of piss Where I'm from, come picture this
Writer(s): Ty Noam Frankel, Herbert Randall Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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