Conversation with my brother we aint blood we got two different mamas
Im finna put em on the top straight from the mud know I got em
Im from them trenches I was raised up with a family of Rastas
And we got choppers on choppers for a whole lot of problems
This shit get too wicked I get through with it
Run that sack up I get blue digits we make moves
Pop some shots send back hit two niggas I get rude with cha
Man down sit back like who did it they like you nigga
Another situation ambush where he post and we gone penetrate em
IG I hardly post cause this shit for real I don't do no faking'
Told em you either live or die thats your only ultimatum
Bad B on his side she came from me you know I had her bait em in
Then I up my F&N
And thats right when he froze I had to get the best of him
The slid off we Feld the scene I'm plotting on getting the rest of them
Best of the best of them
These niggas cap get active
Im in the trap he rapping
No sleep he steady napping
SRT jeep go faster
They say I'm preaching pastor
I caught her leaching pass her
He got it caught racing clapped him
DamnAnd thats a tragedy I went from raggedy to living lavishly
No actually I live the shit I rap these niggas after me
Pull up in a space ship on wheels shit look magically
If I die today in my city they'll just call it another casualty
So I ride with it we gone slide tinted
One two zaps 4-1 I will whip it we get real with it
Fuck niggas they gotta deal with me aint no deal with me
Sign myself till I got mills with me shoot till it feel empty
So I ride with it we gone slide tinted
One two zaps 4-1 I will whip it we get real with it
Fuck niggas they gotta deal with me aint no deal with me
Sign myself till I got mills with me it feel empty yea yea yea