Black Cayenne

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (yeah) Uh-huh Yeah (mob shit, nigga) [Verse] "Help me Lord" is what he shouted when he felt that this metal was to his temple Want your life or this pistol, my nigga, it's real simple Talking reckless like a boss won't get you Now he crying for Jesus, too late to be sentimental (too late, nigga) I keep a rolled wood in my dentals just to help ease the mental And bruh you just a errand boy, I want the nigga that sent you Have 'em tongue kissing the barrel like he's under a mistle He's tag toe official, fuck 'em, I wasn't raised to be civil AR-10, 308s will shoot right through the gristle Damage tissue catch you sleeping and put three through the pillow Spit Brillo, said he 'bout it, shit let's check his credentials All bite, don't do no bark, shouldn't been let out the kennel And though I'm with it, never stops me seeking mind elevation I only turn into this dog when suckas trying my patience Damn rats and crabs, they got a whole fucking nation They either tryna pull you down or on the stand giving statements Art of War: rule number 1, is to know who you facing So think twice before you move, get popped for being too anxious Most these niggas only talk cos they don't really want Angus A nine will leave a buster brainless, yeah, my ways can be dangerous I'm as real as they come, bruh, so why would I change it This is mob ties only, only move with my aces Got some brothers with some cases, chasing after them faces Behind the wall, no chance of justice cause the system is heinous Some try to comprehend but we got too many stages Brothers go through plenty phases tryna escape out these mazes Help my hood get the cream cos I don't spit to be famous Wanna give back to my city, we need positive changes But when I'm aiming at ya squad, I'm aiming to hit ya general Still I'm pearling backwoods, but they must be original Bet these niggas smokin' babbage when we puffing medicinal You would know if there's a problem, I don't do no subliminals This that "catch a body" flow, hailing straight from the gutter And my gat ain't got a type, so if it's pussy, it fucks her When you bow to kiss the pinky, bitch, make sure you pucker Surround myself around the real and staying free from the suckers Word, nigga