Seen It All

Lyrics

[Intro] Snap Capone Ain't nuttin personal Purge [Verse] I done seen it all Niggas turned pussy up in prison Niggas can't ride and start snitchin' I done seen it all The streets turned a G into a victim Tell my niggas locked that I miss em I was in the streets runnin wild with my clique In a dirty ringer tryna load up a clip I started with shanks then I moved up to sticks Started with Z's and I moved up to bricks muh'fucker Never was the shit now I'm the shit muh'fucker Chicks never used to laugh now they call me Chris Tucker It's funny when the money came bitches changed And now im in the M L switchin lanes High end shit, can't pronounce the name Since I left school I've never been the same I came here with nothin so how can I lose? At the table with bosses just pour me some juice I copped me the coupe the Mercedes is new Nigga I'm the shit like horses manure Pour juice for my niggas dead I heard niggas puttin prices on my head Headshot they want my t-shirt red I only fear God and them fucking feds The hoods getting hot niggas dropping bodies And most niggas talkin greaze ain't never dropped a body South side shit niggas die quick Skinny nigga hand on that 9 grip Ridin' out nigga got no license Your boy dead nigga u ain't ride shit Hatin on me I'm the best that ever did it Wiggin the nigga then wiggin the witness Hop in the four door windows are tinted Nigga I'm the best in the business, word 36 OZ nigga that's a bird I can get him touched nigga if I say my word Devil on my shoulder , proud of my killings Killin niggas part of my religion I be in the villa in Venice With some OG's, I love Guinness The 45's long, my apprentice Snap Lord Sugar, nigga born sinner Gun in my kameez akh meet me after Jummah I ain't with that woman cos that shit broke Everything gravy, Bisto Grab me the pistol Give a nigga with four With a lighty, bad b from Bristol The numbers don't lie check the score board 2 straps nigga that's plural Ever seen the beam on a 4'4? Thug motivations snap Capone more loads I'll resurrect the dead when I beat the pound You got cold hearted killers then send em round I was broke all my life Now it's rich quid trips to Dubai Flyin boy , flyin boy and bust nigga Countin 50 bands up with gus nigga Shout my nigga dex nigga Headshot hit the deck nigga