[ Featuring Accosta the Man ]
Ugh
I guess they thought I forgot
I got a plot stir the pot then I'm buying the block
I got the drop on a opp from a ock whose a cop
Set up a knot in his shop now the fiends on clock
Perfect order
First of his fam born across the border born to slaughter
You know slum is a slum quarters a quarter
Only eleven when he saw his first murder
Junkie turned his mommy to a mummy the story you probably heard of
Here comes the mission
Father in prison so his position
The man of the house with four siblings to account
Providing from the curb
Give them kids all that they deserve
But the system got the nerve to preserve what they reserve
Now how you really think the story ends
We sin as mortals and pretend that we can make amends
Life isn't chosen cus we all born with a clean slate
Actions create accolades that calculate a beings state
Revenge is just a keepsake
Hearts function on cryo temps that gives us leeway
Pressure makes diamonds that was cliche but it need say
So before the judge can judge
Tell em unplug and listen to what we say
A killa is a killa
No matter who he be
If you look into my eyes do you see the enemy
Now it's the enemy
Now It's the death of me
Now It's the death of me
Knock knock who's there
Nobody was at your house
Well it was me
Black hooded ski'd
Americas ghetto child
Laugh now you'll cry later shots muting laughter out
God made me hit licks so I'd have something to rap about
I tried to tell em before the designer leathers
I'm a rebel like my pops when he robbed all the powder sellers
Enemy could be right under nose you got to smell em
Four O's stuffed you open the jars exotic lettuce
Pops was a robber kept choppers for Brock Lesners
Finding hypodermic needles revolvers on top dressers
Poles inside a kitchen my skillets doing a table dance
Scrape the serial off the mili this ain't da raisin brand
A killer gonna be killer it don't matter who it is
The government produced this Covid shit we splatter niggas wigs yeah
So when it come to politics my interest no percent
Got bloody Diamonds on my soul that's why I'm still the golden kid
A killa is a killa
No matter who he be
If you look into my eyes do you see the enemy
Now its the enemy
Now Its the death of me
Now Its the death of me
A killa is a killa
No matter who he be
If you look into my eyes do you see the enemy
Now its the enemy
Now Its the death of me
Now Its the death of me
Being an OG got nothing to do with age my brother
You can be old as f*ck
In the streets
Doing niggas dirty
You aint a OG
You a dirty nigga
OG is when you know better and you looking out for these young bucks
You letting them know what it is and what it aint
And you steering them right
That's a OG
OG ain't got nothing to do with being old at all
It's a lot of f*ck OG's out there
Ya digg
