[Intro]
Ay-o, I was talking to my deadgang nigga yesterday
That nigga was like uh
"Hey man you been gettin' that bar and shit them niggas talkin'?"
I'm like what now nigga, you feel me?
You know what I mean, so I go do a lil' beep, a little research
I know niggas been wantin' me to set the record straight
Like nigga what's your side of it? What's your take, nigga?
I be like man...
I- I- I- need some of that desperado shit, you feel me?
I nee- I ne- I need to ride on niggas though
[Verse 1]
Iso, man, I heard you left the hood
Blood I'm right around the corner, how that possible?
Heard I'm getting money? Yeah, it's good
Niggas act like gettin' out the bullshit ain't the obstacle
Never seen your face when I was down or in a hospital
Never did support until you seen a nigga rockin' shows
Never broke bread with me, fuck you pocket watchin' for?
That's my ghost protocol, no mission impossible
I've been so lost in the motherfucking chronic smoke
Feeling like Dre, what the fuck I need a doctor for?
When I got the captain mo bottle there were no kind of hoes
Hatin' niggas makin' optimism seem optional
Got the choppers locked and load, I forgot to lock my doors
Got a spot and I've been low, up some boppers, probably no
I've been clocking lots of dough, try to stop me I'ma go
Fuck pullin' strings to get you hit, I'ma rock and roll
That's what the fuck I've been on
Dolo got it poppin' for the set
Niggas probably want me dead 'cause I rocked a show with Tech
Now y'all got my phone buzzin', you just plottin' on a check
Showin' fake love with benefits ain't got you no respect
Bitches hated on a blood, now they hopping on his neck
Let my little brother hit, you seem him riding on the left
Ain't too many I've been rockin' with man I've been low to death
Still get a nigga tape like he dropped it on cassette
Man Iso ain't a thug, can't rock it like he said *gun cocks*
Sorry couldn't hear you blood, I've been goin' deaf
'Pac told me when you popping then they probably want to test
Got some paper and some lead, watch me drop it on the desk
Midwest nigga, got it popping in the west
Even overseas know they rocking with the best
But I've been with that ocean, niggas probably leave you wet
I promise you I'll pop you, I ain't popping any threats motherfucka
Ay-o, I was talking to my deadgang nigga yesterday
That nigga was like uh
"Hey man you been gettin' that bar and shit them niggas talkin'?"
I'm like what now nigga, you feel me?
You know what I mean, so I go do a lil' beep, a little research
I know niggas been wantin' me to set the record straight
Like nigga what's your side of it? What's your take, nigga?
I be like man...
I- I- I- need some of that desperado shit, you feel me?
I nee- I ne- I need to ride on niggas though
[Verse 1]
Iso, man, I heard you left the hood
Blood I'm right around the corner, how that possible?
Heard I'm getting money? Yeah, it's good
Niggas act like gettin' out the bullshit ain't the obstacle
Never seen your face when I was down or in a hospital
Never did support until you seen a nigga rockin' shows
Never broke bread with me, fuck you pocket watchin' for?
That's my ghost protocol, no mission impossible
I've been so lost in the motherfucking chronic smoke
Feeling like Dre, what the fuck I need a doctor for?
When I got the captain mo bottle there were no kind of hoes
Hatin' niggas makin' optimism seem optional
Got the choppers locked and load, I forgot to lock my doors
Got a spot and I've been low, up some boppers, probably no
I've been clocking lots of dough, try to stop me I'ma go
Fuck pullin' strings to get you hit, I'ma rock and roll
That's what the fuck I've been on
Dolo got it poppin' for the set
Niggas probably want me dead 'cause I rocked a show with Tech
Now y'all got my phone buzzin', you just plottin' on a check
Showin' fake love with benefits ain't got you no respect
Bitches hated on a blood, now they hopping on his neck
Let my little brother hit, you seem him riding on the left
Ain't too many I've been rockin' with man I've been low to death
Still get a nigga tape like he dropped it on cassette
Man Iso ain't a thug, can't rock it like he said *gun cocks*
Sorry couldn't hear you blood, I've been goin' deaf
'Pac told me when you popping then they probably want to test
Got some paper and some lead, watch me drop it on the desk
Midwest nigga, got it popping in the west
Even overseas know they rocking with the best
But I've been with that ocean, niggas probably leave you wet
I promise you I'll pop you, I ain't popping any threats motherfucka
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