Lyrics

[Intro] (Who the fuck is [?]?) (Why you goin' up, Rion?) [Verse 1] It's a war up in these streets, nigga, practice what you preach Be careful what you say 'cause you might end up on a tee They talkin' out they neck, but niggas know that I'm a G So when you bump into me, Blood, just know I play for keeps Suckers on the internet actin' like it's sweet He ain't with the shit at all, he actin' like a beast Every time somebody die, they actin' like it's me Your bitch up in my bed and boy, she actin' like a freak She chose up with lavish, these niggas barely manage I'm way above average, and my opps not a challenge When shots get to poppin' off, bloody don't panic I've been on my Lil Webby shit, I'm a savage My life is like a movie, bitch, this shit a cinematic My house full of guns, plus a ticket in the attic These niggas playin' games until you put 'em in a casket And naw, you can't see me, Blood, you need some bigger glasses [Interlude] Ha, and that's that, man You gotta remember, everybody ain't playin', man So watch who you play with, man Don't let that go over your head Yah [Verse 2] I'm pourin' up this dirty Sprite, it's gon' be a dirty night Higher than a satellite, shootin' up they candlelight I was in the streets thuggin', welcome to the savage life Now I'm out here shinin', nigga, welcome to the lavish life Wrist on frosty, and yeah, ho, it cost me Bitch, I'm so bossy, if you calls me then you lost me Designer on my body got a nigga lookin' saucy Banked up, we some outlaws like Kadafi My bitch left then I came up, now she's salty I can't put my trust up in these niggas, they be faulty Even if you pretty, bitch, I gotta fuck you doggy Them diamonds in your chain, Blood, them motherfuckers foggy Now get up out your feelings, jack, I'm up like where the ceiling at He crossed me then we knocked him down, his mama gotta deal with that Hammers off safety 'cause you know niggas get killed with that So keep your head out my business, nigga, 'fore we peel it back [Interlude] Real rap, man Ayy You could tell 'em you goin' to the moon, but they won't believe you Sometimes you just gotta call 'em when you get there [Verse 3] They scramble when that K done popped, he fried like a tator tot Niggas claimin' anything, I swear that street ain't a block Where I'm from, you ain't really gang if you don't spray an opp Dress up like a waitress, then we clean a nigga table top All this dick ridin', niggas really think they label hot Diss me in a song and get your whole record label shot Ask around, bitch, I've been connected like a cable box We hit the wrong house, it's fucked up he got his neighbor popped [Outro] G-O-D Ayy, man Focus on what you got goin' on, man If a nigga cross you, step on him or use your head It's two things to accomplish in life, the first is to get what you want The second is to enjoy it