Feat. Memphis Bleek, Freeway, Loaded Lux & Jon Connor


Been lately lofa like a couple 
My attitude is fuck you 
I lift my shirt full of guns 
Knock my velve, crack ‘em 
Been at this type and always in hater conversation 
Don’t make you lied you up like a bubble up and (?)
These pack move is going round with this brick talk 
Is back woods like the blood ding the crip 
I’m ready for the drama, I ain’t never scared 
I pick this nine if you gonna need the Obama care 
Been try to chill dog and left this mils roll 
Been in between these bitches legs looking like a fill goal 
But they don’t wanna see, this type of clips never ending 
Kill that nigga in this road, now that motherfucker trending 
Cuz everybody like gam’, them bullets fuck up the system 
They hit ‘em like stam 
This rock salley we them niggas in the streets 
We throw at you and then we throw at the police nigga 

I just got hoped in UK, 2 day, I don’t want them fly (?) shout out the ryme 
Shout out the lou pay 
And I’m sick with the grime 
Got my slicer then American pie  bout to see how you taste 
Travel around the US, they love me out in VA 
Shout out the nigga , plan B, they know me out in LA 
Don’t make me call pussy,  my nigga he not from Bale air 
And night they in a club with some bitches that popping bale air 
Me I’m in the stud up in (?) they making more bran 
And now we run out, we like strama we making more 
Brand new roar, we can tell I’m not bussing 
How ever read it and get it tag on their four hair 
Lord feel it with me, three met Milli 
Stay properly nigga DC, waiting that sound, zipping on CD 
Andrew will crack, will cook up in your gone,  we’re missing 

I’m listening for your skills 
At the speaker like I wave down 
Please nigga I just can’t get it until the field 
It’s the independent real 
Just in the spots less BN 
Might be wide and you try to stick me with a deal 
Don’t ask, more cash in this path I twinkle 
I live a life stand on single, skate on jingles 
Be the best, need the rest 
We came all mingle, I see the stress in my grandma (?) let’s keep success 
Like a vacuum blowing up on a red   carpet, 
I’m nuts cuz this trap rappers even he go random 
Never been biblical the base 
But when I’m living just hit the base 
So my God is the God 
But feeling like Obama in the middle of the race
In the middle of the race 
Lord 

I got evil intentions  like stopping attack from breathing and not leaving a whiteness
They gonna need the fences , I feed their intentions 
They gonna bleed to some mission
I gota hit, so I’mma hit this trap so I’mma eat this traps (?) 
I don’t need any mission, I need intervention, a fane from the great addiction 
I’m hoping for more, I hope they don’t open the door 
I’m kicking in, I’ve been here just to win 
I’ve been shitting no niggas like this is two thousand and four 
Look, catch up, I don’t let up, I’m from the hood where nigga don’t fest up 
Sleep cuz they hurt and (?) funeral is only time when we get dressed up 
Messed up just hoping the mama blessed us 
Guess what we hoping they don’t test us 
Cuz you know the routine and you know what you see 
And you know it nothing to be next up 
Don’t let it be yours for knock, you calling your daughter you better do 
Cuz if not I’m calling the cops cuz over that (?)
Cuz where I’m from you ain’t balling it out
Look, I said it, I made it, just the way it is 
And the beat know what they all said it 
And not just to pick just the day it is 
Yo, fly city, my city
I’mma rap til the day I’m gone 
I’mma rap for the spot, wait it up for the block 
One time once again is on, haa