Tug Of War

Lyrics

[Intro] This shit is Nigga Man this shit is every- Man this shit is- this shit is pure This shit is pure On God Yeah [Verse] I'm tryna make an album, but auntie out here wildin' In the bank ain't no deposit I could still get rich off powder Look in the mirror I see Marlo, go to sleep I see my brother I wake up with cold sweats I could feel the reaper coming Woo lady pray for me, baby drac' stay with me My bitch tell me that I'm cursed, I ain't really tryna to hurt her What if they snatch her for a murder? I just hope she stay omert� I'm Roscoe's son in the flesh, tell my mama I tried my best They say I dig my own grave, he could mak5 the front page I don't want to talk it out, paramedics chalk5d him out I want bullets in his head, he shouldn't have said what he said He gon' take that to the grave, that nigga know just what he said And I'm ready for combat, I'll kill my mom dad That nigga ain't no kin to me Pop a perc I gotta chill I can't tell you all my thoughts, some of this shit be really real They think I practice Santeria, send death threats I don't read them I got my back on the wall I turn my back on my dawg That's a cat that ain't my dog It's really me I ain't a fraud I could tell you how it is I could show you how it was I don't give a fuck about rapping, I'm trying to get rich off drugs I owe my lawyer five thousand I'm back breaking down ounces I don't need a machine to count it Weigh and put it on the counter Product of the dope hole, born in a dope bowl I only had one goal, that's make sure the dope sold I rule my block with a iron fist, I'm a diamond in a pile of shit I always knew I'd be something Brought the car and leave the V running Shiesty on they ain't see me coming I keep it 1,2,3 hundred Broad daylight we'll sweep something We shoot then hit the repeat button Cooking dope and using three of them She said she love me that don't mean nothing Take this load to another state On parole with another case I just had a court date, I almost skipped the court date No I don't make beats, but I'm tryna get more base Cross me that's a big mistake I'll pistol whip the fuck out your face With 12 I can't cooperate The doc gon' have to operate These hollows can't come out your face Tie your lil man up I know you think he stand up Jump out and make him put his hands up Beat him until you pay the ransom It's his fault we in this shit Before rap, been in this shit Any nigga in the hood will tell you I don't know that nigga, he free game, no telling what I sell you My niggas'll line you up, whole time you think they tryna help you Every time my wrist inside the pot auntie say I'm some kind of special She know ain't no deals bitch you ain't getting not one kind of special Before I even walked in the spot she said it's you I smell you Dirty bowl dirty stove dirty blender, too familiar [Outro] Ain't nobody give that boy nothing He had to make the fire on his own to stay warm Ain't nobody give that nigga nothing How the fuck this- Who the fuck- This the best shit ever