Chea
Yall thought this was a f*cking game huh
I told you i was about this shit
Shit was about to pop but yall aint wanna believe me
But now its time
I aint knockin no more im kicking the f*ckin door in...
Get down or lay down bitch
This is for you bitches who must think that i was playing games
Ive been on the come up
Since a young buck
When we'd f*ckin bang
This is for my brothers
Locked down on them prison blocks
Imma see yall up town
Now make that prison rock
I ran off on the plug like 100 times
I was f*cked up in the game
Did a hundred crimes
12 Tryed to make me rat but i did the time
Thats in black and white bitch
Read between the lines
I was goin hard
In that motherf*ckin paint son
Shooting grams and snorting powder
Off a f*ckin plate young
See we aint play around with them fake drugs
We'd smoke a stick, hit a lick, and post up out of state
Thats G
Thats G
Thats G
Thats G
Thats G
Thats G
Thats G
Thats G
This is for my G's that can weigh an ounce without the scales
We was steady mobbin'
Made it robbin' it aint ever fail
If i cant make it rappin
Then imma make it trappin
But most likely f*ck it up and overdose cause im an addict
I said R.I.P. to Mac
R.I.P. to peep
R.I.P. to Marley , Brooklynn ,Cameron , Josh , And Skeez
Everybody taking Xanz and lean that shit is f*ckin lame
I was smokin crack and going black
That devils in my veins
That devils in my brain
That devils in my DNA
That devils in my name
That devils standing here with me today
Someone pray to god
Someone tell these people stay away
Someone get the squad
We gone have a riot here today
Someone tell jihad
That we blowin up here in the states
And tell the FBI nothing we aint talking to the jakes
F*ck this lookin like
Imma f*ckin slide him if he shakes
And you gone pay that price
If you try Playing wit my cake
Thats G
Thats G
Thats G
Thats G
Thats G