Nigga I was birthed by code, da fuck dey expect, I wenT and got me a pole, and hit me a lick, Okay I’m back now! I know dem hattin’ niggaz iz sick! Ain’t got no co-de and I pray for all da shit dat I’m with, (x2) - Now first of all I’m paranoid, mothafucka dis is my life, It’s a bucha niggaz in ma city tryna take dat, I don’t put extendos in ma burner, so it won’t jam Throwin’ up from all da blood I seen, I gota face dat, Man u know it’s up, den da liq get poeD’ out, Hit me off with some work, whole pack get sold out, What u know aBout, getn Crack in advances? Back against da wall, taking penitentiary chances, It’s money on da line, Bustin’ out da street cameras, Wildin’ da fuck out, I gotta take advantage, Big body Whip, shit feelin’ like spaceship, Fly ass nigga, Posted up by a va-cant, Girl dis dick is minE!, I got Bitches tryna claim dat! L.O.M. is da set, I got nigga tryna bang dat, You know how I be, ready for war, 2 clips, 2 bricks, residue on the floor, uh,

Ayo I’m here to represent da most thorough, Cause I can kick it straight from da Facts, while Dey lockin’ niggaz Back from da gutta, I remember da time when north Camden was mad hot, Whole city Locked, slip up, and get ya shit rocked! -Ether’d soul, betta get you a gun, I be on mad missions for da issue wit son, Got da lawyer on retainer, but das boggin me down, I fuck around come out Ya way, and start Hoggin da town, In da Infiniti ride wit da tint out 4-seater, But dat was just a rental just peep out da pro-gram, Den 3 niggaz hop out from nowhere, wit like 4 heaters, And in da 11th hour we supply da coke jam, what!? I’M wavy like da hair of da bitches I fuck wit, Tryna progress, -but still down for da dumb shit, We was dem little Gz, run da streets, For fun shit, Den put O in front, now stack up, And run shit, - Who talk shit more heavy den L!? Knowing that dying wit honor, way betta den jail, I know that Donny can prolly beg to differ, Can tell, Cause he was spittin ill bars, when he was fresh out da cell, Whole squad be official like a government stamp, If poppy ain’t give me work, I know da government can, See we was set up to fail, mafucka don’t trip, I got Coppers in ma pocket, and it cost me a grip, Lite Dis shit up vegas, when we Line up da strip, KnowN to get dey panties wet, when I DonniN’ da wrist, Like nigga what!?, I’m Da son of a bayside boy, Now dey got dis tax evasion, tryna take my coins, But ion sweat shit, cost of a young black hustla, What-cha want! from me, you fucks can’t touch us, If dey want a confession tell em get it on wax, I’ll be on da back block wita bottle of yak, what!

Step up on da scene, wantin nothing but money and cash, i do ma thing mafucka, while i stunt on da ave, i came close to lettin dem crackas jam me up, butIsmoov broke thru da alley for dey slammed me up, its all good a Brotha built for da struggle, ma dream is to toat a .50 cal desert eagle wita dirty muzzle, i bounce back, real proper now, and to a city full of women tryna lock me down, hello I’m Kasey, is how she introduced to me, as she explained how she really had a thing for young G, and as a dog nigga straight out of da pound, ima bust her ass down, den let da word get around, sucking on her toes, stick ma tongue in all three holes, i eat da whole bitch up, i flipped her ass up, den turned er ass out, cause she aint neva dealt wita freak ass nigga like me, (Cause she aint neva dealt wita freak ass nigga like me) Ain’t neva dealt wita nigga like me… - Battery in ma back, im picking up ma tempo, tryna get all dis work, ma nigga woe sent fo', nothing but da D-boy! put it in the kitchen, bag it wit dat otha shit dat I aint mention, -and yo nigga, I straight disappeareddd, for 2 long yearsss, had to organize da racks, came back wita hunnit grand, and das no cap, da new plan is dem bottles wit da black caps, u know da wicked, illest takeova is hostile, and mobb style, u aint tryna take it to da death, den pipe down! Da shit, get broke down, and passed out for keeps, And niggaz was eatin good on da streets! Till one of dese fake live, punk niggaz tried to playyy me, like he wasnt gon payyy me, man bunk dat! man i cought his ass slipping, put a slug in his brain, dat'll show em not to fuck wita nigga like me, (-Cause clearly, he aint neva dealt wita nigga like me) Aint neva dealt wita nigga like me…

how u niggaz peepin da flow, da way a nigga stroke when im deep in a hoe, I heard round da way I got da game on lock, but da truth be told, got da keys in da hole, Er Time He Talk Yo He Speak so BOLD! Think, cause He got dem demons deep in his SOUL! Er Time Its Beef Man i Creep so low, How His Life get stole? Man da streets dont know! man dont get me twisted! wit dese fake mothafuckas who will neva come close! I pop off those, whose glocs on froze, and dey Block Gone cold, so dey Guap Gon fold, Nigga level up, dis a Boss in da cove, Mo-ney in escrow, And da game on coDe, Came from a life where we put in work O.T. shoot till da clip get Empty! if we, Mobbin, or robbing, RiDin', I Got it, i will never trust, cause dey face two sided, Ma Hood By Air got ma flights on private, niggaz Hate to Love, when i talk dat fly shit, i be on edge, dont fuck wit me, man niggaz aint neva have love for me, das why dat 4-5 keep a nigga company, and i be stacking money up to da umph degree, uh, really its nufn, im taking dat work, i flip and dump it, i know how to suffer, das how i survived, and made it a come up, das real nigga benefits, to da niggaz dat hustle to niggaz das in a pen, its pain in ma sentences, why da fuck u think i jus be wildin' and killin shit!?

chea, i reside in da bottom, like na we dont know who just shot em, a closed fist, jab, right hand, das for da gossip, extended clip, wit da rubber grip, das for da drama, da dream to build a manison on da hill? das for ma momma, but rite now, im slangin weed & pills for dem commas, OG from centerville, schooled da boul so im mobbin, a nigga in da field, so i see dem bodies droppin, i see da streetz is watchin, i see da dough dey clockin off da dope, still ma ancestors woke, im plantin seeds for da cotton, i seen how dey clip my boy twice in 1 year, dey aint even shoot to kill, so i know dat God got em, back blocks & alley ways where i recieved ma hood knowledge, so if da prices drop, i can see ma fees piling, was bornnn, black and poorrr, so if da feds come & get me, aint gotta read me ma rights, pig, i was born sovereign, so fuck it.... - you dont know how i be, when i be hungry for more, da last resort is ya pocket, but im flippin da raw, to get it by any means, be relegion and law, and money is christ, buddah, and inshallah, seat back, ridin' legal, how im dippin da law, fuck around and be da brotha outa state wit dem jars, if a nigga wan test, den im grippin da four, fuck around and leave da fucka, 6 feet in da lawn, want some action at all times, if u scared get a dog, account like ma gass tank, cuz its paid & its full, look i tend to want it all, i gotta make it foreal, align the afraicans, jamacians, and da hatians for deals, infultrate ya institution, revolution is real, if its jail time for treason, we can lodge an appeal, overcome and Break!, all da Thrul! niggaz outta prison, make ya 3rd eyeee, blinddd, when you seeee ma vision, but fuck it...

Black bentleys, bitches, Billions, & brick mansions, das success for a nigga who'S bricks did damage, niggaz commin home from dey bids, dey want dey blocks back, hand da burna to ma youngin, tell em rock dat! Ma otha woe, came home, from LEavinAnigga wig slanted, P.O. on em, he can’t smoke, and ma homie cant manage, We started off for da rush, like yo we want it all, Fuck da law, partied like ballaz first time we won in court, Thought shit was sweet a first, It’s like we lived to serve junkies, And For black burners, and black bitches with big bunkies, Got hip to a plug wit Da Demeanor of Montana Cliqued up To move weight from Jersey down to Marietta, A foreign lawyer just to bury chedda, And some wild young niggaz off da corner just to getcha wet up, Hop out da whip wit da gun drawn just in case, Blaze ya face, Alibi for hire just to beat da case, Got paranoia but I’m holding it down, Fiends wrapped around da corner when da first came around, I got ma focus up now, And now ma ex girl throw da pussy at me harder than she did da first time around, Shit was good, we was Up, like what!? Until da feds did sweep on da squad, like we ran outta luck, Grandmom fed up wita nigga, madd work got flushed, Now im facing 3-5 for a first offender for da love of…

I keep a pimp stroll, I keep a G rollin’, I keep a limp up in ma walk, to let em know im holdin, I keep a pint of jack daniels in a nigga gut, I keep da blaDe and da burner tuckeD So Niggaz know It’s Up, - I got down to ma last so I bought me a pound, Broke da whole thing down, took da shit outta town, Dis da hustle, da typa gritty shit das to da bone grissle, Typa situations Cause a nigga catch a dome missle, Aint got no crew now, preserved like foil, Niggaz lock up, disloyal, or buried in da fuckin soil, I’m out for dolo, Wrappin niggaz lika polo, Watching out dey Taking photos, heard dem niggaz in da pen don’t know u, Its homicidal weather, trip when ya arm lift, Dat summer time grind, feel da sweat in ma arm pits, Da Corner store be rockin, Stay on point like john Stockton, Tryna Lace ma pockets, till da connect tell me im Locked in, Ma bitch left me, guess a nigga struggle was beneath her, I’m Like fuck it, I don’t need er, let da welfare feed her, I, cry, to God, Asking dat Dis life would take me, Feelin’ lonely dena Mug, wonder why would he forsake me, uh, - Ma niece and nephew was ma Joy, dey moved down south and das hurtin me, Da system jerkin me, I know some niggaz THink of merkin’ me, But maintain nigga, maintain, what I tell myself, Dope sack, dirty ass strap unda da louie belt, Ma job, to keep da local smokers sky high, I’m peepin out five, Look dey eyes, when Dey ride by, What dey gon do to me, dat I aint already felt anyway, How dey gon lock me up, I might Off myself anyway, Straight up, das how I feel sometimes soon as I wake up, I need Dollaz and marijuana, So ma spirit stay up, GoAnd get da 411 from Ma boy on Da block, And all he talkiN bout is how to rob da gambling spot, Man I’m focused on building clientele, Drug sells on da cell, back, Dat PHones tapped, Dem Crackas going straight to hell, Dey gotta A.p.b. on me as a threat, no regrets, Still shine like baguettes, and neva let em see me sweat, so I keep a… - I keep a pimp stroll, I keep a G rollin’, I keep a limp up in ma walk, to let em know im holdin, I keep a pint of jack daniels in a nigga gut, I keep da blaDe and da burner tuckeD So Niggaz know It’s Up,

I be quick to pull neva hesitant, Sometimes I feel yo dis gloc I got be heaven sent, I feel dat way for all Ma duns dat got popped, and ma nigga dat got locked Steady got me sending letters in, he in da system Fightin his case ova a body, ma boy down for some shit, dat we don’t take lightly, I aint in to droppin no names, but he threatened bro life, Sealed his fate, when he said wallahi, If u starVin’ boy, dis pack gone feed you, On the ground, I see broke glass, And heron needles, Real quick, Either a Lick, or a brick, im tryn run it up, If you got time for a bitch, dat mean u fucking up, It’s niggaz close to ma heart, dat ion even trust, Dese niggaz hate like dey don’t know I do dis shit for US! (us!) Like bro im tryn have us shinnin’ so hard, To da point where all da cars be bullet proof and tinted up, I talk to ma youngin, he be living life fast, Money in da trenches, tryn keep em on da right path, I ride around da block, see jake tryna plot, Pull up on ma lil Ak, let em know, to keep his head, I know some tough ass niggaz, dat’ll snitch on you, I know some shooters who Aint really Real as dey seem, (Na!) Dis shit chess now, its Hittaz dat’ll Sit on you, (Sit!) U even gotta move calculated wit da fiends, U see its snakes, and its rats, and its dogs, Ma dogs, Ma dogs, Ma dogs, Ma dogs, Had to get it back, when I took ma first loss, Play em arms-length when im dealin a broad, -R.I.P. ma nigga heem, dey left em in a ditch, (in da ditch!) Now im smokin’ like chimney, drinking like a fish, So fuck it I’m going out for mine, Tryn navigate through hell, wit dis shit on my mind, - I’m just tryn live ma best life today, If I aint got it now, im a find a way, But no-thin, can prepare ya for dis despair, Tryna chase ma dreams, shit turn into a nightmare, Whoa! Its gun powder in da air, Hooo! This street shit is not a game, No-thin, can prepare ya for dis despair, Tryna chase ma dreams, shit turn into a nightmare, -

Dear God can I make it in to heaven when I die, And even though it’s like she hate me, know ma momma gon cry, If she see her first born son, filled up with embalm-ing fluid, So I’m steady tryna survive how a ridaz do it, - Keepin’ ma heart pumpin’, been a full-time job, Steady mobbing round dese niggaz That All know how to rob, Envy and jealousy, got me Lookin over ma shoulder, Give ma little Cousin some cash, cause I gotta support her, cuz she a single mother, Serial numbaZ scratcheD off every burner, Da wolves gettin’ to a dolla out on every corner, We in da hood, but pop Moet like we rich, Just ghetto niggaz on the brink of death, Loadin’ up da stix, Flashbacks when I was broke, I got hit wit dem grams, Never counterfeited my dope, cause Yo ma work is my Brand, Always thinkin’ bout jail time, when I serV hand to hand, And how to keep ma mouf shut, if I get caught in a jam, On da journey, to say fuck em all and get paid, I dun committed some sins, dat I’m taking to ma grave, I was young, I wish I knew how dey was gon act then, Beefin’ wit dese niggaz dat I knew from way back when, But niggaz aint shit, dey switch, and get ya lined up, Try to fuck ya bitch, if u get locked up, I dun been around broke niggaz, dey all lack love, So is money the root of evil, or the lack thereof? Man all I know, Is nowadays We starving for hope, Tryna get ma re-up together, Fiends Starving for dope, And u knowww I gota serve em, Jack boys, I curve em, Lurking, praying its ma, barrel dat be burnin’, - In ma city its dark days, were da flyest niggaz get murdered, And da ugly, dirty niggaz is still alive, tell me how it go down like dat? Das why I stay up on ma 1, 2, nigga, keep ma hand by ma strap, Ayo im stressed, yo how u think I flow like dat? And roll the Dutch real phat, like a baseball bat, To blow away da pain, I think im gone insane, Yo fuck da money, yo dis shit’ll make you hate da game, And da way ma little dun swindle cases, I know dey hate it Home on parole steady tryna cut his ankle bracelet, Den hand me da revolver da one das nickel plated, And tell me how he tryn make another play, Das why I trip, cause round ma way, all da crimes be all gun related, Surrounded by hattaz, and most of em blood related, It get spooky, It get realer den opps, Da nigga dat give u da firmest dap, be working wit cops, Das why I cut niggaz da fuck off, Hang up da phone, and pay da plug off, I aint tryn keep dese dudes around me, Aint tryn get booked in da county, Mafuckas try to ride ma wave, end up tryn drown me, Maddd cause God crowned me, Nigga do you, If u Felt da pressure I had, what tf would you do? Would you crumble? Or would u buckle, downnn, And fuck around and do some ill shit dat’ll have ya ass saying, -

tryna keep da rent paid, wit mamacita on ma left side, i got dis beef dat i wont let die, -i see ma opp ima let ma led fly, im screaming bloody mary, its murder into a fuckin red sky, ma city know just how i give it up, im representing everywhere i fuckin go and dey cant give enough, i do ma thing, and dey like go nigga, u hear da flow nigga, swear im only a threat to hoe niggaz, i gotta appeitite for money, power, re-spect, so feed me! swear to god, ma gun'll neva leave me, work coming in, i give it all to ma yougin, he need a hustle, im breaking bread just like it aint nufn, i been boss, i gotta plan, Some SMoov dat have me rollin in a drop top, dis automatic on me, make a pussy pop lock, -formUlated ma own lane, and blow a lame nigga out da frame, what? - yo remenicing on da past bring me nightmares, ma home town wasnt nufn but some dead summers, all da motivation i need to be a bread winner, all da INtutition to keep from bein a dead nigga, i put ma enemies to rest, -i put a rollie on ma wrist, -and now dey callin me a made nigga, but see i peep, And Now i see, how could it be, dis world's da fakest facade, and lifes a bitch, im finna fuck er like phylicia rashad, i put ma game down type real, Making sure ma little niggaz can eat a tight meal, i been da king of ma city, im catching flights still, i handle business like a cop-po, i Put ma Office At da top flo', a ciVil nigga, hate da cops doe, i swear dese niggaz was down for me getn money Til i got mo', and now dey tryna make me Bankrupt, But i got Kuts for dese SNakes, Label me da untouchable, - ayo i came from the bottom of a pool pit, no bullshit, aint no wonder why da most high, blessed da kid, police hate me, see dey lil grin, dese crackas came and cuFF ma wrist so tight, da METal bit in to ma skin, but put da pressure on me nigga, let it dress me like its ARMour, pray da lord'll take ma life, before i dabble in dishonor, dis ma thesis, just drape me in steel pieces, so i can call out da changes, and still be aliVe to see it, was born in poverty, so now i want monopoly, from all da sets in da city, to stocks and da property, any nigga hattin on me, really need to model me, before we kill em cause reality say das da policy, uh im just a product of what all i seen Growing up, stackin up dis cash, while da dope fiend throwin up, uh, uh, I Jug you wit Ma back against the wall, a die hard nigga, Tryna fuck em over raw, - ohhh ohhh ohhh da struggle aint nothin, but some thuggin on dis side of thangs no one will eva hold me down, i'll neva fold for nobody, you know that, - i my life, if nothin goes right, i still gotta keep the money rollin, and rollinnnn, no one will eva hold me down, i'll neva fold for nobody, you know that,

relax ya mind, its brown timbs on a nigga, ya shawty was stressin until da pussy hole fill up, ma flow, illa den anybody u know, and yo ma geat, dont even got no safety on dat, -becuase it broke, a hardcore nigga from da gutta, who be kickin da illest lyrics nigga, and dont stutta, ma crew, is slashing throughts and what not, On da opps, i plott, blow up da dope spot, yo foreal, dey fuckin live wires, wit no chill, -im fuckin shit up on da microphone wit no deal, i cross a fuck nigga up, to get money! and make A Shawty come out Her pocket, to show me love, wassup, its Pimpin' in ma thick ass blood, know da gangstas and da bouncers when i step in da club, -honeys breakin dey necks, its like Mitch in dis bitch, Play dese hoes like i play da Number, ready to hit, uh, - (what, chea, uh, i'm so fly, i could burn the money, uh what, chea, uh.... i'm so fly i could burn the money, uh) dont sweat nothing, its really not a gaMe to me, u dont avenge ya homie's death, it's not a GanG to me, foreal, I catch a Vibe off, Street niggaz connect wit it, Hustlas can flex wit it, Girls have sex wit it, Dont Lose No Sleep Ova da def of a cop, i see a nigga on the run from dat, i give em his props, foreal, Executive For da milita, Have ma killaz just lampin, and charge it up to Fred Hampton, what, The cloth i'm cut from is tougher den a mafucka, Murderers run from us, 'for dey soul sky walkin, you got ma name up in ya mouf, u should stop talking, invest ma dough up in To GunZ And the stock market, the chess moves dat i make come natural, cop da mercedes benz In Cash, to Gooo past you, Look, i get ma Money up, so nobody can fuck wit us, you wanna kNuckle up, I double down, and den i double up, - (what, chea, uh, i'm so fly, i could burn the money, uh what, chea, uh.... i'm so fly i could burn the money, uh) i set da money on Fi-ya, cuz it aint shit, see ya dilemma is you too attached to fake shit, i got no time for frontin, only suckas is bluffin, da type to pull to ya burna out and shoot nutn', so keep it on ya hip and use ya fisT, Unless you a bitch, and in that case you shouldn't even be out on da strip, see niggaz like you be breaking code and throwin fits, crumbling under pressure, turning to fucking snitch, I guess da G in me On full throttle, I get a brown skin dime look like a hood model, and while she sip on the bottle, & peep ma Bravado, im rollin' bones, wit pimp, gambliN', extortioN Aficionados, i kick game and break bread wit da real thugs, no middle man, i need da number to da real plug, i set it off nigga, just fall in line, in deep cover, so they dont think i'm involved with crime, what? -

to get ma rep up, i been paying dues like da shit was rent, -I hold ma hammer wit da solidest grip, i fuck wit honey wit da sloppiest lips, im getn money wit club owners in Havana nigga, dat be ma twist, Now ante up, if u know wassup, i got da pump, on release so if a punk, wanna clutch, we can call his bluff, its zero fucks, like a 1%er, it only took 8 bars for you to see clear, dat im dat nigga, elOquent speaker, charismatic with black features, power and women, like i was the new black leader, -the Revolution is Stemming from street politics, all da soliders is killin each otha off, on some whilin shit, -i can build a spot, and make it last foreva, produce da classic aroma, out da patent leather, and aint no fooools in ma clique, im fuuullly focused, u see dem jewels in ma wrist, now who hot as this? uh, - Slip up, and lose ya life, Its whateva, get da Beretta, And don’t think twice, you cannot relate to my lifestyle, if you never been thru pain and sorrow, hold hot, I hold down da spot, like foreva, we get chedda, and hold da block, you cannot relate to my lifestyle, if you never been thru pain and sorrow,

Aye young nigga slow ya rollll, dey put in da pin for a body u aint neva coming home, Just some, fooood for thought, for I test ya heart, Would you still be a wild nigga without ya gun? (straight up, I wanna know) Aye young nigga slow ya rollll, to be considered a street u dun went and sold ya soul, Just some, fooood for thought, for I test ya heart, Would you still be a wild nigga without ya gun? Uh, - Criminal minded, niggaz blinded, by da street lights, Punk niggaz know dey cant fight, sodey keep dey heat tight, Beef is bruing, for da money dey pursing, or for, NOTHING AT ALL! Cause dey so eager to shoot it, All dese little mothafuckas playing gangsta, But never got raised da right way, I make da mic say, -PSA for da whole damn ghetto, Why’dnt u knuckle up chump, steady tryna squeeze metal? What da fuck is u scared of a ass whoopin, And scared of a bid, Fight a niggA, but u scared of da pigs, Man dat shit neva touch ma blood, All I need is a reason to kick up, and im ready to bug, I’m on some dark alley way shit, 1 on 1, And rep a thoro ass clique now what u know about us!? I know u call yaself thuggin, but fuck it I gotta know, Would u still be a wild nigga without ya gun? - In every in hood its da same, niggaz wit no name, Be da main ones that’s tryna holla out gang! But dey aim is lame, lil ghetto bastards, Tryna die, To Get to heaven or hell faster, But not knowin, dat gun’ll make u seal ya fate, U either in da grave nigga, or u going up state, Filled wit hate, and gotta get it OFF, But niggaz to Coward to throw dey hands up and get it on, I kick it raw, andA by ma self I stand, Don’t Need a, gun in ma hand just to feel like a man, im bringin’ hardcore shit back, wit Bloooody knuckles, u get ya ass kicked come back wita gun, u a sucka, ya scared mothafucka, Now check da real out, You aint built for all dat time, so nigga chill out, Doin exactly what dem crackas want, Would u still be a wild nigga without ya gun? Uh! -

Fuck being humble, nobody aint take me up out da struggle, niggaZ wasN'T tryna stand beSide me, until i bubbled, dey act like i forgot, but I didnt, dey Hate its me, u THink that they Would love a G, but its something they hate to see, plotted on ma murda, smiling im ma face and such, I counter act, now dey a pack, das why i blaze da dutch, I THink Dat if dey Kept it Real Dat it would take too much, So usually dese mothafuckas like to fake da love, Plus, da hood want me to show em ma body, das how i got off, used to keep da .38 cocked, until it pop off, stand out on da block all night, to sell ma rocks off, aside from sLanging powder on da side, I AM Not soft, I stand up on ma own 10, brought up in sin, got flames in dese bars, now im quoted again, niggaz quick to make me dey enemy, til' dey all fail, go to hell!, Can't u tell? Nobody fucking wit L, uh, - I keep ma heart off top, das how i hold it down, Yo its a whole lotta one sided shit in dis game, u can show a nigga love but he dont feel u da same, Like u can ride for a nigga, but he'll let u get slain, Stand in front of dat white judge, he gon give u da pain, -so fuck it i'll Stack ma money and stay out da way, cause if i come to play, I might not see da light of day, cause niggaz Talkin like bitches, SNitchin like it's da thing, jusT stay da fuck Away from me, cause we are not da same, dese lame niggaz let dey women grind harder than dem, when im da type to let da money cup fill to da brim, ma Destiny to dominate on the scene, and keep a brick in ma jeans, its like dese niggaz lost hope like a fiend, I'm saying im focused, just know ion toat it, if it aint loaded, i'm steady back doorin' a sucka, if he aint notice, i keep a skull around me, just to bust up a shell, know me well, Can't u tell? Nobody fuckin wit L, uh,

Aint nothin raw'er den ma cmd flow, aint nothin smoover den dis game dat i be dippin in hoes, i rock war wombs, proud, like da badges on a lieutenant, Ma boy hop in da car, pull out his gun to show me he wit it, we wild style, mothafuckaS lets whil'd out, we might pray before we cut you ma nigga, das halal, er body in ma crew tryna scramble to get a dolla, dese niggaz rollin' dice tryna gamble and it get shot up, tryn keep ma mind focused on da microphone scene, used to be da nappy Youngin, wit da nikes on lean, das why i stay fly, money ma God, and stay with fresh buttas, and scream fuck da police, ma bank account gutta, its blood drops everytime dat i spend, das word to every piece of L.V. clothing im in, and fuck diggin in ma pockets just to pull up lent, it led me to da glorious things i did, i used to roll up, dis is a hold up, aint nothing funny, stop smiling, but still dont nothing move but da money, what! -i catch you slippin like u on black ice, You fallin like dey wish I would, but dey not dat nice, look, i set yo ass up wit ma hottie Malena, den pull out on u with da 9 milli meter, what, im kickin mathamatic flow, its fuckin wit dey brain you show my enemy to me, i blow em out da frame you think Da code, you re-call ma name, its like Ma hood molded me lika BusT in da hall of fame, a murda spree with no regard for lames, da torture game, where informants and pedophiles getn dealt da same, im bringin order, im sellin quaters, just call ma lawyer, -he turnin' 187s to a manslaughter, I treat da burner like a sire, make it bang more, a lakeshore mothafucka make ya think more, - I'm blind to crimes, dat happen right in front of ma eyes, I ain't seen shit, just stand up by da curve, and oBserve, bruise niggaz, crews Listen, when im spittin ma words, wit madd wisdom, you can bank it, if I give you ma word, cause, dat be ba bond, and i aint no sucka, hit da function wita buncha rough neck mafuckas, and aint wildin’ for respect, walk straight to da back, so, all da bitches ask, yo, who da hell is dat? "L!", young nigga wit don status, ambience weigh a ton, wit enough pressure dat'll buss a gun, a nigga fold, when hell froze, wit burnin bar-rolls, wit da thugs dump el-bows, Dey like, oh das Kenya’s baby? Oh, das L.O.’s son? I used to have dat loud pack, but da heron won, Call me a dope boy, I mean a coke boy, I mean a crack boy, Or anything dat I can get ma hands on! I’m from a place wit madd addicts, We grew up wit bad habits, Like servin’ mothafuckas das pan-hand-lin’, We huggin on da block, see cops, And flee da scene often, Nigga give ME a dolla, I’M a squeeze da green off it, I do designer from ma head to ma feet homieee! A nice gloc, wit ma ear to da street homieee! And don’t fret, we invest dem checks, Wit extra tecks, and bricks, off da uss, No less… Accept jewels, when i kick em in ya ear, pack moving like a stick shift, switching in to gear, what u bought at da store? Dese niggaz rockin fake jewels, So I guess ma ice colder den yours, And I got niggaz in ma circle, dat aint neva left da city, Yo pop said he’d merk a nigga, just so he can roll wit me, We out here on some thorough bred shit, Tryn rack up drug money, so bread get slip nigga, -

She aint want me Til’ I got On, but I let dat shit slide, I see da sex in er eyes, while im grippin on her thighs, She hear da Vibe in ma talk, Smell da playa cologne, Ion think its gon be LonG, till she letting me bone, And when she let me get it, I’m beat it up out da gate, I’m finna drive ‘er up a wall, just for making me wait, And frontin’ on a real nigga, like what’s up wit dat? Yo matta fact, neva mind baby just arch dat back, Cuz daddy’s home, ima give it to you just how you like, Want u to lick my neck, and scream ma name, and wet up da pipe, I bring da freak out ya, I let you see how it taste, Don’t hold back wit it, u can rub it all on ya face, U want DAT ecstasy, girl I’ll be da plug for ya, And Ion do shopping sprees baby girl, I aint got nutn’ but love for ya, Just hit a nigga up when u feel dat pressure, -And I’ll let u all da things, dat ya man won’t let ya, uh, - I heard u gotta lil situation, but it’s L dat ya checkin’ for, Baby we can creep in ma 5-star suite on da second floor, -Bottle on ice, ya feinding to get close to me, And I got ya text, u want long deep strokes from me, -Been waiting on ya, now da times here, If I hit ya spot, u can scream all up in ma ear, Gimmie madd kisses on ya lips, I’m nibbling on ya nips, Im tryna drive u crazy on some missionary shit, Now all a sudden, u don’t put none above me, Member u curved me baby, so I aint tryn hear about how u love me, Girl this is LUST, and all da shining lights dat u see, We both getting what we want, so just fuck wit a G, Let’s get it in, Ima have u frontin’ on ya boyfriend, cause he aint it, And I can tell u peepin’ the difference, We sex and keep a lil secret, don’t put no one in the business, If dat otha nigga start trippin, Scoop you up now u missing, Cause it’s a…

Nigga I was birthed by code, da fuck dey expect, I wenT and got me a pole, and hit me a lick, Okay I’m back now! I know dem hattin’ niggaz iz sick! Ain’t got no co-de and I pray for all da shit dat I’m with, (x2) - Now first of all I’m paranoid, mothafucka dis is my life, It’s a bucha niggaz in ma city tryna take dat, I don’t put extendos in ma burner, so it won’t jam Throwin’ up from all da blood I seen, I gota face dat, Man u know it’s up, den da liq get poeD’ out, Hit me off with some work, whole pack get sold out, What u know aBout, getn Crack in advances? Back against da wall, taking penitentiary chances, It’s money on da line, Bustin’ out da street cameras, Wildin’ da fuck out, I gotta take advantage, Big body Whip, shit feelin’ like spaceship, Fly ass nigga, Posted up by a va-cant, Girl dis dick is minE!, I got Bitches tryna claim dat! L.O.M. is da set, I got nigga tryna bang dat, You know how I be, ready for war, 2 clips, 2 bricks, residue on the floor, uh, -