On the phone with Bald Head
While watching King of New York
Tedrick Shaemus' case one of the
Whole team turn sour when niggas
Trying to get off caught slipping
Blicked the biscuit administered in the car
Worst place to get hit is while in the car
Bullet hole in my lip as I’m
Bitch I'm with pitching a
Fit, yelling: "Kevin, back in the car!"
No hospital visit's, I'm on the
Run trying to get it, having
Every night tryin' to fix it
Flashing out, flipping tables
Broke every dish in the kitchen
I’m contemplating to end this
Sprite facing 20 years, well
That’s what they try to give him
For a charge he caught with that dealing
Innocent making faces in the
Window while having dinner
Who'd ever think that we'd grow up
And turn out to be killers
Barrel extensions, tool is narrow and slender
Even flinch I might hit ya
Shot too hard in the heart
Too hard to trust, don’t give a fuck
Won't open up to no woman
Take my lick and keep pushing
Don’t try playing me, pussy
R-beam, laying down in the bushes
Won’t say no name but so and so
Lent me a pound of them cookies
TTGTHUG, LIFE, I’m with it
If shawty bust her pussy open, no commitment
I sinned it lord forgive me I’m sinnin’
I come to you as a sinner
Take all my scars, take my heart
Bright nigga in the paint as if
My last name was Griffin popeye's chicken
I just want 4 Legs And A Biscuit
I always shout to chi-towns
Stuck to the code, even when the pressure on
We ain't folding let’s get it on