Lyrics

[Verse] Yuh, they ain't keeping it real Bitch I been in the field Half a million worth in jewelry, and I ain't got a deal Told the hoe to keep her pussy, just keep bringing me bills All this molly in my body boy, I can't sit still Handgun with a scope, she on my dick 'cause I'm dope Yeah I'm fresher than soap, don't want your bitch 'cause she broke Blood I'm god in the ghetto, wet the hood like the pope Speaking on me on the 'net, when I catch him he smoked Blood it is what it is, these niggas all of my kids Home invade a nigga crib, we be fracturing wigs I don't talk around thesе niggas blood, I know they the pigs They bе acting like they not, but I know that they is You be chasing niggas down blood, I started that shit If I catch him at the light blood, I'm parking and shit If you from the other side, you ain't hard as the clique Tell your hoe to open up and see how hard I can get Throwing 30s out the window, we don't pull up in rentals We be walking niggas down I'm from South Sacramento If I want you then I got you, I don't do accidentals You know the mobb niggas smurkish, better check out the memo We be on niggas tops, disappear 'fore he drop Got a drum on the Glock, you better not come on the block I'm from the 'jects, you get stripped just for rushing the knock He thought he had me 'til I aimed and started busting my Glock I'm as real as it get, .308s gon' flip Just for thinking that you sick, bullets rip through your whip On parole riding dirty, stash spot with a stick I can't let a sucka do me like they did little Bris And I stand on that, dog I mean that shit I was very disappointed when I seen that shit Let a nigga play with me, the whole team gon' blitz And hit your hood all year, letting machine guns spit Everyday is a ball, you ain't seen what you saw Had to cut niggas off, 'cause they wasn't my dogs Pull up on you, get to clapping like a round of applause He was moving out of pocket 'til I put him on pause I'm caught up in the streets, over cooking the beef My mama hoping I don't die, she saying prayers for me Niggas hate the way I shine, they sending haters at me And saying it's money on my head, they putting paper on me But I don't think that's enough, I been calling your bluff Been stepping on your homies 'cause they not that tough Finally knocked your nigga down, I guess he ran out of luck Whole team having money bitch, we all Bank'd Up It's an eye for an eye, so if I die then you die If my mama cry, your mama cry, you know how we slide Homies playing both sides, had to cut off the guys I'll probably have to kill my brother, element of surprise Dog this street shit cold, it's a long dark road If them people come and get me blood, I will not fold I don't trust a lot of niggas 'cause the colors they show Snakes vouching for snakes, them niggas been got exposed