You wanted to fuckin' walk around these niggas is roaches These is mere motherfuckin' mortals I'm tryna you to supreme bein' You wanna motherfuckin' You don't wanna embrace destiny You get by You don't wanna go into the dark Where it's You can't the motherfuckin', the pain Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' the shit is gonna stop
tryna save me But she know I'm tryna save her Man, niggas tried to play me Man, 'til I got this You're 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the words from my nigga On the pavement, killers, body shivers Drug money, figures Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is Having sushi down in Strapped like an soldier, nowhere to go to So it's bang, no Only riders on my rider, murder rises Stalkin' niggas on IG's, never; I be Still solo, Under Armour Polo No wire, on My desire for fine things made me a liar, a Gettin' high like it's voodoo Nine lives, SK the cooler Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E I pray you with me Go to bed with a kilo like Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino Pretty in the driveway If you cut it then you sideways, up, crime pays
tryna save me But she know I'm tryna save her Man, them niggas to play me Man, 'til I got paper You're nobody 'til kills you
You fuckin' wanna walk around these niggas? What the is their culture? Where the is their souls at? What you? These niggas with these fuckin' looks on their faces You walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga! Make up got damn mind!
I'm where the streets test you Niggas mix and pleasure where the cocaine measure The narcotics is our The by-product, you walk up on me, I it New Mercedes as it off penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all I said my prayer as I'm sheep Never athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me? The mortician, the morgue fillin' more snitches We 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P on a winter night Black bottles when I'm like, you wanna know what winners like And I'm never on tour bus a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us Ciroc boys to die for Diddy My niggas ride for less, it real, homie, made me filthy Touch until it's even keel Like I'm knowing every will, closed the deal with Steven Hill We Magic City of the Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths
Mama's tryna me But she don't know I'm save her Man, them niggas tried to me Man, 'til I got this You're nobody somebody kills you
Fuck you talk about? Fuckin' jewelries and Bentley's and And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on fuckin' walls And fuckin' mansions niggas got Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone fuckin' staff, nigga You tell the truth, man The set you free, son The will set you free