Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
don't do it
I'ma hit his ass with llamas
Yeah
Yeah
I spit the flow slowly
You ain't got nothin' for me
I'm here for what they owe me
Yeah, I'm young but a OG
I keep the choppa closely
Girl, you wanna be nosy?
I'ma show you what gang's
supposed to be
My bloodline's Bruzy
Born from a queen's ovaries
And I should never fear
because the Lord is looking over me
Trying to make y notice me
Lord is where he's supposed to be
to use what was told to me
Started international
Sell my music overseas
Come back with them sales
Come back rich as hell
Real estate investments
They'll fall back if it fails
But that's a long shot
Still searching on high
I carry weight by the bottom,
just cause I came in the game
To perform off the west of Cessitation
You see me, there'll be gas emergin'
I put a blade to his face
like a plastic surgeon
Didn't wanna take it there,
but you pushed me
What you expect when you approach
the arms bigger than Tookie's?
New west, new sound,
homie, this our dream
it's no good
Everything that I do, nigga, it's so hood
I ain't the one you wanna put to the test
If you want problems,
I got a couple things to put in your vest
You ain't gotta go to sleep
just to see them monsters
Ain't gotta go to Michael
Jackson's house
to see that drama
I'ma hit his ass with llamas
you ain't Wesley Snipes
Here your money, don't be shit,
you gots to earn your stripes
Off in this here game,
we don't use no scorecards
He's tracked with diamond rings,
platinum chains,
and sports cards
From the booth to the park,
back and forth to the dope tracks
Stop in Holcourt, where I sold my first sex
I my soul to the devil when I
turned fifteen
I never admit my bother
Be a positive role model,
why the fuck would I bother?
I pushed facts to my ma,
robbed from the church
A couple of my cousins got killed
cause I was frontin' the work
The squirrels get it, whip it,
flip it, re -abolit and split it
A good package like a bus
that your boy got fired, yeah
I'ma hit his ass with llamas,
pushin' regions like Pro Tools
If your budget ain't right,
for your region it's code blue
You need a hit now,
I'm the one you should go to
You spent your whole guap,
but it ain't worth what they sold you
250 large, but don't nobody know you
Touch one of the fam
or I could go with the old school
You seen them units move,
surgeon at my left side
When a nigga wanna test,
we gon' go and let the tech ride
Give it to him now, cross game,
ain't no next time
One of the fresh at J,
waitin' for the next line
So clean, so gutter, so loose,
Touch heme, now watch him go
18
They see the twisted in the light,
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