My People Wit Me

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Z] Walk a sick Park, talk is sicker than the night after Drink it like a white rapper Wanna take my life after but fuck I'm amazing I'm wanted with the psych after Posted like a side actor Tracks band like side flaggers Relentless that he raise me They used to call me baby till my testicles were swinging Then we'll see part me Arson, heat is entertaining The Lord he couldn't save me, but my grandpa got my back Fame Rеligion's in the deck My cerеbellum rearranging Posted up on a pussy raps I'm staying till my Southeast days Only made myself relate But fuck it can you blame me? Sit back and let my LP play Little homie Southeast angle Rare with [this gutted?] Live in a postal with my AC Trynna make em hate me, cause my pocket's never aching Money falling in reverse, my first verse is amazing Urns burns that'll flame me The dirts burned through a baby We'll curb surf in the 80s A worse fire than Hades Cut to your dastard And they'll laugh at me for all that I'm still practicing But fuck it you could miss me Don't wanna hand it to me and I'm moving Pocket full of can of doobies Turn a poof to Swiss Cheese They're looking animated Pantomime me, frequencies inaudible or fuck it I ain't listening (I'm probably not listening) I'm on my chrome Man fuck shit Fuck em, they don't like this My people here with me [Hook: Z & Charlie Muscle] Pull up in the function like "homie who want it?" Smelling like chronic My people here with me 25 bottles spitting game like vomit Brain go onyx My people here with me Straps on the waist get the fuck up Let em all know My people here with me Straps on the waist get the fuck up I let it all go Cause my people here with me [Bridge: Z] My people here with me (x7) Cause my people here with me [Verse 2: Charlie Muscle] You can call me killer Mike From how I'm bout to kill a mic Chasing down the Hennessy with lemon and a splash of sprite Rolling up a swisher sweet Contemplating half my life when half the time they had the lighter Other half was battle cries You have to fantasize about the way I rap my phantom lines Kind of tricky It's trippy on how the lines glide Pushing like the blind sides How them niggas getting in my blind side? Creeping, they finna get side swiped Bitch I'm fully loaded Heavy medicated and I can't control it Hoping my demons will keep from out my focus While I power though this potion No emotions when I tap into rage Cage bears not the product of a poaching tree city California Ugly attitudes and better marijuana But be careful when you come around the corner You wait to see the power of god Saving yourself from the controller Catch a hollow in the middle of October (Shots fired, let it rain) I figured of giving the best that I could give em But I fail to see manipulation coming And the only option is Stacking profit and expose em without even aim Drop until they can't breath and Watch em as they [inertly?] destructing out the niggas you could play with Laying these bars like a cage spit Making em sleep and see Z's So you can either strap up or back up My whole squad gon act up We'll leave the here the last ones My people here with me Muscle [Hook: Z & Charlie Muscle] Pull up in the function like "homie who want it?" Smelling like chronic My people here with me 25 bottles spitting game like vomit Brain go onyx My people here with me Straps on the waist get the fuck up Let em all know My people here with me Straps on the waist get the fuck up I let it all go Cause my people here with me [Bridge: Z] My people here with me (x7) Cause my people here with me