[Chorus: Yungeen Ace]
I can feel the pressure when it's on, it's way too hot in here
I can feel the tension in this room but I got the stick in here
RK wish a nigga play
Bookbag unzipped with a baby K
I don't take it politely, watch what you say
Shots ringing out, shots to his face
Bitch I stand my ground, who the fuck I'm runnin' from
Bitch I chase you down, the only time I run
Anybody can get it, that's why I keep a gun
I ain't none of these niggas, I swear I'm not the one
[Verse 1: Yungeen Ace]
Call of duty in these streets, but this is not for fun
Why them niggas inside? Cause they comin' for em
Nigga watch how you lookin, I guarantee you don't want no problem
But in the streets, killers livin' good, all these bodies they cannot solve
Rob all the rappers, nah we ain't brothers, what the fuck these niggas thought
Oh, you ain't goin' for it, why you actin' gangster, make my killers draw the chalk
While I'm up on the stage, you reach for my chain, them choppas they comin' behind me
Let's sit the lil' boy, put two to his brain, his soul is way (?)
Got locked in that cell, he told on his boy, he wasn't ready for that time
If them crackers, they comin', you know that I'm runnin' somewhere where they can't find me
You know I can't trip about that shit, when we on defence I send a blitz
When I say go, they go get (?)
I can feel the pressure when it's on, it's way too hot in here
I can feel the tension in this room but I got the stick in here
RK wish a nigga play
Bookbag unzipped with a baby K
I don't take it politely, watch what you say
Shots ringing out, shots to his face
Bitch I stand my ground, who the fuck I'm runnin' from
Bitch I chase you down, the only time I run
Anybody can get it, that's why I keep a gun
I ain't none of these niggas, I swear I'm not the one
[Verse 1: Yungeen Ace]
Call of duty in these streets, but this is not for fun
Why them niggas inside? Cause they comin' for em
Nigga watch how you lookin, I guarantee you don't want no problem
But in the streets, killers livin' good, all these bodies they cannot solve
Rob all the rappers, nah we ain't brothers, what the fuck these niggas thought
Oh, you ain't goin' for it, why you actin' gangster, make my killers draw the chalk
While I'm up on the stage, you reach for my chain, them choppas they comin' behind me
Let's sit the lil' boy, put two to his brain, his soul is way (?)
Got locked in that cell, he told on his boy, he wasn't ready for that time
If them crackers, they comin', you know that I'm runnin' somewhere where they can't find me
You know I can't trip about that shit, when we on defence I send a blitz
When I say go, they go get (?)
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