Get your dough, niggas, sometimes we back door, niggas, keeped your head up and your brains
Was on the floor, nigga, I've been trying to murder everything that's against me, niggas
Ain't real, but he never convinced me, you wasn't a shooter, you don't know how the pain be
12 jurors in the box they was trying to hang me, the white people and the other races with the cold face
Never said a word, my uncle tied my shoelaces, dangerous nights rain and dangerous dice games
When everybody loved each other before the price changed, the knock stole a half a brick
And tried to smoke it, you died in the streets if you cross game in Oakland, open opportunity
But there's no unity, this fentanyl done knocked down half of my community
Little niggas still looking up to me for advice, because the streets talking
They say I be the murderer twice, drill something, little nigga kill something
Get on his head, and banana peel something, drill something
Like I really don't feel nothing, I could tell yous as a bitch, you ain't never killed nothing
Drill something, little nigga kill something, get on his head, and banana peel something.
Drill something, like I really don't feel nothing, I could tell yous as a bitch
You ain't never kill nothing, drill something
The thin line between praying for me and praying on me, a nigga say he love me
I picture the man spraying for me, no matter how Its looking this FN
Was staying on me, I been trying to get up, the devil was still laying on me
Drop a jewel on you but I couldn't tell you too much, my comrade gone
He been geeked up for two months, I ain't bout to go nowhere with just two blunts
I need P's ,to smoke with me, hella good coke with me
And a whole lot of money, can't nobody be broke with me
What you know about heroin, withdrawals and the killers that went AWOL
They stabbed little Brody to death over a 8 ball
I bet the streets still respect me like I'm 8 feet tall, I shoot first
Then I shoot up the nigga Hurst, then I dig his ass up and re-kill him in every verse
I did the ladi bop, till every body shot, you gotta body somebody, that's how a body drop
That's how a body drop
That's how a body drop
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Get your dough, niggas, sometimes we back door, niggas, keeped your head up and your brains
Was on the floor, nigga, I've been trying to murder everything that's against me, niggas
Ain't real, but he never convinced me, you wasn't a shooter, you don't know how the pain be
12 jurors in the box they was trying to hang me, the white people and the other races with the cold face
Never said a word, my uncle tied my shoelaces, dangerous nights rain and dangerous dice games
When everybody loved each other before the price changed, the knock stole a half a brick
And tried to smoke it, you died in the streets if you cross game in Oakland, open opportunity
But there's no unity, this fentanyl done knocked down half of my community
Little niggas still looking up to me for advice, because the streets talking
They say I be the murderer twice, drill something, little nigga kill something
Get on his head, and banana peel something, drill something
Like I really don't feel nothing, I could tell yous as a bitch, you ain't never killed nothing
Drill something, little nigga kill something, get on his head, and banana peel something.
Drill something, like I really don't feel nothing, I could tell yous as a bitch
You ain't never kill nothing, drill something
The thin line between praying for me and praying on me, a nigga say he love me
I picture the man spraying for me, no matter how Its looking this FN
Was staying on me, I been trying to get up, the devil was still laying on me
Drop a jewel on you but I couldn't tell you too much, my comrade gone
He been geeked up for two months, I ain't bout to go nowhere with just two blunts
I need P's ,to smoke with me, hella good coke with me
And a whole lot of money, can't nobody be broke with me
What you know about heroin, withdrawals and the killers that went AWOL
They stabbed little Brody to death over a 8 ball
I bet the streets still respect me like I'm 8 feet tall, I shoot first
Then I shoot up the nigga Hurst, then I dig his ass up and re-kill him in every verse
I did the ladi bop, till every body shot, you gotta body somebody, that's how a body drop
That's how a body drop
That's how a body drop
Was on the floor, nigga, I've been trying to murder everything that's against me, niggas
Ain't real, but he never convinced me, you wasn't a shooter, you don't know how the pain be
12 jurors in the box they was trying to hang me, the white people and the other races with the cold face
Never said a word, my uncle tied my shoelaces, dangerous nights rain and dangerous dice games
When everybody loved each other before the price changed, the knock stole a half a brick
And tried to smoke it, you died in the streets if you cross game in Oakland, open opportunity
But there's no unity, this fentanyl done knocked down half of my community
Little niggas still looking up to me for advice, because the streets talking
They say I be the murderer twice, drill something, little nigga kill something
Get on his head, and banana peel something, drill something
Like I really don't feel nothing, I could tell yous as a bitch, you ain't never killed nothing
Drill something, little nigga kill something, get on his head, and banana peel something.
Drill something, like I really don't feel nothing, I could tell yous as a bitch
You ain't never kill nothing, drill something
The thin line between praying for me and praying on me, a nigga say he love me
I picture the man spraying for me, no matter how Its looking this FN
Was staying on me, I been trying to get up, the devil was still laying on me
Drop a jewel on you but I couldn't tell you too much, my comrade gone
He been geeked up for two months, I ain't bout to go nowhere with just two blunts
I need P's ,to smoke with me, hella good coke with me
And a whole lot of money, can't nobody be broke with me
What you know about heroin, withdrawals and the killers that went AWOL
They stabbed little Brody to death over a 8 ball
I bet the streets still respect me like I'm 8 feet tall, I shoot first
Then I shoot up the nigga Hurst, then I dig his ass up and re-kill him in every verse
I did the ladi bop, till every body shot, you gotta body somebody, that's how a body drop
That's how a body drop
That's how a body drop
Writer: Chris Lockett
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