[Intro]

Hrr

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Jump straight out the car, go to shooting it up

Johnny Cage, shades on, booted as fuck

Lil' cuz [?] from the cut

Just a lil' bit of ice with a deuce in the cup

Got a Glock in my Amiris why I'm walking like that

Put the Glock in your face, why you talkin' like that?

I ain't tellin' no nigga I'll be right back

Up the stick broad-day, leave him where he at

Get geeked on RP back-to-back

Back-to-back and back-to-back

We spin blocks, leave niggas flat

Back-to-back, back-to-back

You remember what happened infront of that store

Had his baby, but I still tried to kill a boy

We ain't religious, we send niggas up to god

I'm alone with my G', I like sitting in the dark

I'm good with that rock likе Chris Paul

I go to clutching it when I get pissed off

I don't rеally care what you do, just think smart

Uppin' that knock broad-day, put the flame on

They like to play games, nigga, then let's ball

I got a nigga rap deal on my left arm

I'm throwing them long in the field like [?]

Cheffin' in Dior, now watch how I step on 'em

Knife in my hand while I'm making my next call

We make a nigga top step on and step off

I got that shit on me, nigga, you know it

I'on't care 'bout these hoes 'cause these bitches be goin' (Hrr)

Came out the hole on my own

He don't know me, so I told the nigga "Call me Ramone"

Pull up and see me, don't call my phone

Bad paranoia, think them people on me

Brown skin bitch look like Pocahontas

Keep it real with my dawg, but I lie to your honor

Caught a brick in the house, tryna hide from my momma

I'm a real deal trapper, I ain't takin' consignment

Isometric with the Glock, come thru, then we line him

Real mob boss, nigga, I walk in behind

When I get in the car don't be sittin' behind me

I grew up rough, fucked up and violent

I ain't know how to read, but I knew how to rob

If I knew one thing it wasn't gettin' a job

My mom used to look at me like I'm a problem

Now when she need me she know she can call me

She told me "Stay focused, don't worry 'bout that other shit"

She know I jump out cars broad-day gunnin' shit

When I got shot she tried keepin' me in the house

I can heal by my own, grab my gun and I'm out

My bro' movin' funny, I'm starting not to trust him

Mind playin' tricks on me, I'm starting not to love him

Keep poppin' narcotics to stay out my feelings

I'm real deal [?], play with me, I'll kill him

I ain't on no bullshit, this just how I feel

'Cause I'm all alone when I'm in the field

It's a lot on my dome, I'm tired as shit

Before you lie to me, nigga, lie to yo' bitch

I'ma keep it real, no matter what

Baby momma really movin' funny as fuck

I think she be thinkin' 'bout linin' me up

I pull up to her crib with the fye by my gut

I feel like a mad man, I'm on the edge

Woo on my body, it play with my head

Look in the mirror, see niggas who dead (Hrr)

When shit get bad, I'ma know what to do

Get shot off rip when you go with your move

Chapo play it left, he roll with me too

They broke the code, they never followed the rules

These niggas really don't be on nun' of that

Spun blocks, had niggas runnin' laps

They caught one to the head, y'all can't get 'em back

Two Times got whacked for doin' all that rap-cap

Stop me when I'm lyin'

Hundred-round drum, nigga, we won't stop 'til they die

Most of these niggas die over they pride

Big dawg, nigga, I ain't lettin' shit slide

You say what you want but I'm him

Cuz 6'3 totin' a stick big as him

Six-deuce in the pot, make it jump out the rim

Cuz get to pushin' on the button, nigga, you trippin'

I walked in, bitches like "Damn, he trim"

I said it one time, won't say it again

Shoot you in your shit, let loose on your man

Do a trick with the Glock like David Blaine

I got a lil' money but I stayed the same

Air it out broad-day, bitch, my name is my name

I'on know what he on, he ain't come with the gang

This a big-body foreign, hard to stay in the lane

In the middle of the winter, make you feel the flame

Ate a Percocet, damn, I can't remember my name

I'm smokin' that shh, cuz totin' that shh

When we shoot all neck, score sound like "Cshh, cshh, cshh"

I'm Chris Paul with the rock

I feel like Desperado when I got the Glock

Kick a nigga off the corner, I feel like my pops

I'on talk, as soon as I see him he shot

When I'm in the kitchen I'm cookin' the raw

Stick big as shit, no, this not a [?]

Hurt a broke nigga feelings, tell him shit that I bought

Auntie in the kitchen like [?]

Car too fast, we'll never get caught

She asked me to change, I'm forever a dawg

Abuela pray for me, she know what I'm on

I'm totin' that cutter like I'm mowin' the lawn

[?] called me on the federal phone

Bring the fye with you, nigga, why you left it at home?

I wake up thinking I'm Christopher Walken

I'd spend all my money to see lil' Chris walkin'

Walking Dead on my block, it ain't nun' but zombies

Ain't a diamond in the dirt, I grew up in the concrete

Codeine through my veins every time my heart beat

Circle the block twice and double park it

Cuz you sure ain't nobody saw us?

[Outro]

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