Hardest rapper of the muhf*ckin' century
It ain't no killing me
Quit with the cap
I don't f*ck with you I don't want to kick it with you
You ain't my dawg, not giving you dap
Street n***a with the heart of a lion
I feel like the chosen one
Shooters clutching
We gone give em a bald fade
Bitch you owe me one
Don't care bout who joining your team
Don't care who you with, that how it is
My shooter gone clear out the scene
N***a f*ck who you with, and that what it is
This money all blue on my muhf*ckin' end
No crip but I'm feeling like longway
She just wanna cuddle I hung up the phone
I guess the lil bih' had a long day
Shawty said bae why you gotta be gangsta'
Thats my demeanor and I can't help it
Whatever you want just know that these young n***as got it
I gotta do better, used to be selfish
Granny so proud she just knew it was coming
Always in shit
but she knew I was thuggin'
Kicked out of school
And she knew that I was bummy
Used to kick doors wasn't shit in my stomach
Im in the street trynna run up rack
How can you young n***as sit on your ass
I just pulled up in a big body jag
On the way to the top got my foot on the gas
Didn't play by the rule, man a n***a was bad
Ask anybody thats out the gate
Get money family come join the faggots and soldier steppin' put that shit in they face
Im in a whole other state
But I got some killers thats straight out the bay
I know some young n***as touching that weight
Everybody strapped just know that we straight
Trap nigga scale posted up in the cup holder
Got the glock on my muhf*ckin hip
One in the head is how ever you play it
You say the wrong thing you get shot in ya lip
Although I be having all this cash
Baby still walk in the room looking like a check
And i dont mean no disrespect
But i wanna sex you
You sexy as heck
And i got teeth like a rapper but she don't even care
Cause its carrots all over my neck
Buying Amiri's my habits im balling
Said f*ck a ref cause i bought me a tec
Keep a glock close so i could reach it
I got some love for the leeches
Give us everything or Them shells gone eject
I'm with luh soldier, yeah we need that
Bitch you gone fire no heat check
Bitch you ain't die cause we ain't meet yet
East side bread killers no defect
Bitch you aint with us you a reject
We still yelling gang, (Gang) , Gang(gang ) Gang(gang )
Me and my mans n'em
40 on me imma blam em
Police want conspiracy god dam em
Told lil bro he cant ride in the car on live
He might catch a muder on camera
Dropped out of school
Cause a wise man said dont go if you gotta take your hammer
Lil bro violent now i got killers in alabama
I'm in chiraq you know we made alot of candle lightings
Lotta moral writings
Im lefty tote with my right hand
Let lil bro at the light then
Bus another right again
Street n***a with the heart of a lion i feel like the choosen one
Shooters clutching we gone give em a bald fade bitch you me one
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Hardest rapper of the muhf*ckin' century
It ain't no killing me
Quit with the cap
I don't f*ck with you I don't want to kick it with you
You ain't my dawg, not giving you dap
Street n***a with the heart of a lion
I feel like the chosen one
Shooters clutching
We gone give em a bald fade
Bitch you owe me one
Don't care bout who joining your team
Don't care who you with, that how it is
My shooter gone clear out the scene
N***a f*ck who you with, and that what it is
This money all blue on my muhf*ckin' end
No crip but I'm feeling like longway
She just wanna cuddle I hung up the phone
I guess the lil bih' had a long day
Shawty said bae why you gotta be gangsta'
Thats my demeanor and I can't help it
Whatever you want just know that these young n***as got it
I gotta do better, used to be selfish
Granny so proud she just knew it was coming
Always in shit
but she knew I was thuggin'
Kicked out of school
And she knew that I was bummy
Used to kick doors wasn't shit in my stomach
Im in the street trynna run up rack
How can you young n***as sit on your ass
I just pulled up in a big body jag
On the way to the top got my foot on the gas
Didn't play by the rule, man a n***a was bad
Ask anybody thats out the gate
Get money family come join the faggots and soldier steppin' put that shit in they face
Im in a whole other state
But I got some killers thats straight out the bay
I know some young n***as touching that weight
Everybody strapped just know that we straight
Trap nigga scale posted up in the cup holder
Got the glock on my muhf*ckin hip
One in the head is how ever you play it
You say the wrong thing you get shot in ya lip
Although I be having all this cash
Baby still walk in the room looking like a check
And i dont mean no disrespect
But i wanna sex you
You sexy as heck
And i got teeth like a rapper but she don't even care
Cause its carrots all over my neck
Buying Amiri's my habits im balling
Said f*ck a ref cause i bought me a tec
Keep a glock close so i could reach it
I got some love for the leeches
Give us everything or Them shells gone eject
I'm with luh soldier, yeah we need that
Bitch you gone fire no heat check
Bitch you ain't die cause we ain't meet yet
East side bread killers no defect
Bitch you aint with us you a reject
We still yelling gang, (Gang) , Gang(gang ) Gang(gang )
Me and my mans n'em
40 on me imma blam em
Police want conspiracy god dam em
Told lil bro he cant ride in the car on live
He might catch a muder on camera
Dropped out of school
Cause a wise man said dont go if you gotta take your hammer
Lil bro violent now i got killers in alabama
I'm in chiraq you know we made alot of candle lightings
Lotta moral writings
Im lefty tote with my right hand
Let lil bro at the light then
Bus another right again
Street n***a with the heart of a lion i feel like the choosen one
Shooters clutching we gone give em a bald fade bitch you me one
It ain't no killing me
Quit with the cap
I don't f*ck with you I don't want to kick it with you
You ain't my dawg, not giving you dap
Street n***a with the heart of a lion
I feel like the chosen one
Shooters clutching
We gone give em a bald fade
Bitch you owe me one
Don't care bout who joining your team
Don't care who you with, that how it is
My shooter gone clear out the scene
N***a f*ck who you with, and that what it is
This money all blue on my muhf*ckin' end
No crip but I'm feeling like longway
She just wanna cuddle I hung up the phone
I guess the lil bih' had a long day
Shawty said bae why you gotta be gangsta'
Thats my demeanor and I can't help it
Whatever you want just know that these young n***as got it
I gotta do better, used to be selfish
Granny so proud she just knew it was coming
Always in shit
but she knew I was thuggin'
Kicked out of school
And she knew that I was bummy
Used to kick doors wasn't shit in my stomach
Im in the street trynna run up rack
How can you young n***as sit on your ass
I just pulled up in a big body jag
On the way to the top got my foot on the gas
Didn't play by the rule, man a n***a was bad
Ask anybody thats out the gate
Get money family come join the faggots and soldier steppin' put that shit in they face
Im in a whole other state
But I got some killers thats straight out the bay
I know some young n***as touching that weight
Everybody strapped just know that we straight
Trap nigga scale posted up in the cup holder
Got the glock on my muhf*ckin hip
One in the head is how ever you play it
You say the wrong thing you get shot in ya lip
Although I be having all this cash
Baby still walk in the room looking like a check
And i dont mean no disrespect
But i wanna sex you
You sexy as heck
And i got teeth like a rapper but she don't even care
Cause its carrots all over my neck
Buying Amiri's my habits im balling
Said f*ck a ref cause i bought me a tec
Keep a glock close so i could reach it
I got some love for the leeches
Give us everything or Them shells gone eject
I'm with luh soldier, yeah we need that
Bitch you gone fire no heat check
Bitch you ain't die cause we ain't meet yet
East side bread killers no defect
Bitch you aint with us you a reject
We still yelling gang, (Gang) , Gang(gang ) Gang(gang )
Me and my mans n'em
40 on me imma blam em
Police want conspiracy god dam em
Told lil bro he cant ride in the car on live
He might catch a muder on camera
Dropped out of school
Cause a wise man said dont go if you gotta take your hammer
Lil bro violent now i got killers in alabama
I'm in chiraq you know we made alot of candle lightings
Lotta moral writings
Im lefty tote with my right hand
Let lil bro at the light then
Bus another right again
Street n***a with the heart of a lion i feel like the choosen one
Shooters clutching we gone give em a bald fade bitch you me one
Writer: Herbert Wright III, Jamal Swain, Montel Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.