Print

Everything I do, you bitches got a problem with it Hmm, carry on (Carry on) I take a shit, you got a problem with it Hmm, carry on (Carry on) Huh, ayy, you make it like it's about Dude You know it ain't about that You know what the fuck you did, nigga (Damn) I don't hate you, you must know Man, I'ma show you how great I am Carry on For the record, I am Muslim first, where should I begin? I'm a general, I'm one of the men, ABPSN I'm hospitable, respect agreed, but we can not be friends Social media, I'm not promotin' criminal intent Big spinner, get to business deal when killers get consent Whoever played, I want they family membеrs, I'ma set a trend Bop my head and say "Astaghfirullah, Lord, forgivе me for my sins" F250 drop my Hellcat off and whip up in a Benz (Hmm) Downtown, ninth ward, Alabo and Rocheblave Big chiefs send them things, bread winner, gunner gang New infinity in gunner phase, how we discussin' things? Timid, nine ward did it, gon' have another son to raise Niggas started actin' like big Brasi ain't the truth ouch'ere I done caught a body if a nigga want some proof ouch'ere Southside, Baton Rouge, standin' up on Fran Street SongtexteStandin' up on 12th Street, big London package, hand me With Butcher out on Evergreen, standin' up on Taft Street Sold dope on Murder street, St. Joseph Abbey Street Crate and Stewart, middle of the drought and he ain't textin' me Carolina Street's applyin' pressure, you can ask for me Trophy, grey Monte Carlow, hustle 'til my lungs collapse on me Garfield Street, ask Big Boi, charge twenty for a zip of lean B.O.N., I'm a big old nigga with that MAC on me Zap-a-hard, fifteen on I'm weighin' a rack a piece They shot me down, broke my bone in half, it ain't no jackin' me Hospital every pack, digi scale, dope and them bands on me Shoutout to God, no bodyguard, wore my hat, he had plans for me I was on my ass doin' bad and dopeboy had grabbed for me Mile I blew them stacks, payed him back, and T-Newman grabbed for me Born like my hustle, I must a free agent drafted me Honda Accord with Dreka, move discretely, look with that strap on me Accidentally turned up, Oakland, Cali', Sac' on me Fuckin' with the plug daughter, her mama put that pack on me No five ton, no metal box, I'm comin' with the stamp on me Leavin' Hammond with what's his name? Fleep is spillin' ack on me Solo, I feel gangster, reason presence in the back of me Abuelita's spirit, got the Godmother backin' me Nigga murdered Mazi and I was gone, that shit had damaged me Bodega bans'll tell you in New York that I got handling Big Jigga tell you, if I love you, anything you ask of me Breadwinner, brave heart, ain't trippin' ' bout no brave team Stalkin', tryna choke something, ain't stickin' like no Beijing Curbboy Trell, you know these niggas out here hate me Want me to suffer, melt my butter, oven-hot potato, bake me Lil' killer, listen, you hop in the streets, you know, a lot gon' change When you a Gates, it's in your DNA, so you are not gon' change Protect your sister, know what you believe, you gotta die this way Once you go to jail, expect your bitch to play a lot of games Even your click respect the way you built, a lot are not the same Never rat, always mind the business, that's a prouder way You a good friend, remember, you not friendly, you don't ride the wave Respect yourself and everything around you, we not trying to play He who try, ain't no doubt about it, divin' in his face No surrender, no retreat, reply, bitch, you gon' die today Represent your trial but your actions and your body language Upright independent feelings movin' with all types of angels Nine-thousand miles, do ease, where the holy copper stations Muslim makes salat, this all we got, you take your time with prayin' Upright, independent, fearless, praises go to my creator Upright, independent, fearless, we havin' a lot of paper Upright, independent, fearless, even if my body stinkin' Hmm, what else? Aus Songtexte Mania