Lyrics
Im ready to rip the mic down
All these dudes gettin gunned down
They talkin hard they bound tuh fall
Like Twin towers I got the power
A-Ro stay online got the green light
From the higher ups
Tearin down all air ways
Sending strong waves like sonar
Paint a picture like Mozart
Tell a story like Noah’s arc
Spit real it’s from the heart
In the soul right from the start
Out the wound wit this real shit
Kill or be killed shit
Hit em wit a full stick
That’s all I hear these days
All these rappers all they say
Money money
Gettin paid
Gettin laid
They ain’t never lived this way
But/
You aint got the answers sway/
Maybe it’s the drugs or the pain
They ain’t overcame
Tell me who tuh blame nigga
Shorty pay attention
This that novacane
Comin through yo vain
Flowin to the brain nigga
Pick that pen up
Pay attention
Write some notes down
Let me take you back to school
Teach what this life about man
I’ll take you on a field trip
Heartless nigga he caint feel shit
Deep inside the trenches where they
Cock n steal shit
You could never deal wit
This life you speak about
See You do it for the clout
It’s all fun n games till
That gun go blow nigga
100 rounds for you outta town Niggas
Watch what you tellin me
I know a couple killas
Wit some felonies
Cut to attack
Like an enemy
Vasectomy
Owe
Let that bitch breath
A 100 rounds fuh you fake clowns....
Iont Eva wanna here you dudes
Talkin that gangsta shit
If you ain’t Neva lived the shit..
2019 Punt fakin is played out.. ya
Guns up In yo videos
Tell me who you shot
Who you killed
Oh you trappin
Naw you cappin
Anything to appeal
All that shit could get you killed
Man this shit ain’t for the thrills
Get yo shit pushed back like
Banana peels in the battle field
Even with a shield
Betta be handy wit the steel
For when that time is comin
4th down puntin
Betta get to runnin
Young but I’m OG
Cuz I’m the one that’s sonnin
Maybe cuz I always listened
When they gave advice
Told me be myself
Even if it kills you
Man they even killed Christ
I’m the city’s sacrifice
I died and paid the price
Jus so y’all could live this life
And this the type of thanks I get
Ppl throwing bricks hopin that I miss
Man I’m Kobe and lebron
In the mix
Cole n Kendrick
With the clips
Betta be cautious
When you diss
Or get disfigured
Even My trigger finga Got an itch
Puttin yo favorite rapper in a ditch
Now that’s my nitch
I don wrote my list
Everything I said on wax
Bitch I lived
I ain’t Neva told a lie
Thats on my un born kid
Forget about it
All that shit that you talkin
I swear to god I don’t feel it
It ain’t comin from spirit
If it ain’t comin from the heart
Den motha fuckas don’t hear it
I hope you look in the mirror
N I hope you play this song
N think about yo wrongs...
WRITERS
Angel Romero
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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