These niggas got a fuckin' problem.
You know.
Rough
Riders.
I throw ham mers around like cell phones,
keep them on my belt
So if you think you're hotter than
Tune, keep it to yourself
I can hold a conversation,
you can speak to it yourself
Just know when I reach,
I ain't reaching for my own
And it ain't just for me,
I ain't just speaking for myself
But every angel go hard to
hear secrets with myself
I run around spitting flame,
extinguishing myself
And nobody gave me this vision,
I seen this shit myself
As far as rap go,
I'm just competing with myself
So some of my nights is bars,
I'm speaking to my self
Rap niggas can't fuck with me,
I'm sleepin' with myself
And I'm havin' my biggest issues,
beefin' with myself
Might do some dumb shit
to get even with myself
But look how far I got,
just be lievin' in myself
your blood in the streets
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room,
you go straight to your hearse
Then the pallbearers take you to church
I put your blood in the streets
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room,
you go straight to your hearse
Then the pallbearers take you to church,
I pour your blood in the streets
I put your face in the dirt,
pick you up and take you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
Then the pallbearers take you to church,
I pour your blood in the streets
Spits the pain on you,
I spill your blood in the gutter
Stretch your veins on the corner,
put your face on your shoulders
Lights out, game is over,
get you hit for five cent
Who got change for a
Y 'all don't eat hot as your last bar
And they half as tough as they act,
dawg
Buried cowards in their own backyards
They ain't a motherfuckin' sang chain,
shit, naw
Picture me pissed, drunk
Don't go talkin' that slick shit
You faggots know exactly how
the angels get down
Approach us with a fuck up attitude
and get banged down
Hit you with a fifth or get clipped
with a trade pound
I'm where your blood is, dude
Don't go talkin' that slick shit
You faggots know exactly how
the angels get down
Approach us with a fuckin' bad
attitude and get banged down
Hit you with a fifth or get clipped with a trape
I pour your blood in streets
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
Then the pallbearers take you to church
I pour your blood in the streets
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
Then the pallbearers take you to church
I pour your blood in the streets
Don't slow talk in that slick shit,
you baggots know exactly how the angels get down
Approach us with a fuck up
attitude or get banged down
Hit you with a fifth or get
clipped with a train pound
I'm where your blood in streets
Don't slow talk in that slick shit,
you baggots know exactly how the angels get down
Approach us with a fuck up
attitude or get banged down
Hit you with a fifth or get clipped with
a train pound
I'm where your blood in the streets
I put your face in the dirt,
pick you up and take you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
Then a forbearance take you to church,
drop all your blood in the streets