[Intro: B Dot]
Yo
[Verse 1: B Dot]
Look, you niggas ain't fucking with the squad though (No)
I put that on my mom, bro
When it come to writing rhymes every line's intertwined and designed with the God flow (Yeah)
Don't get hit with a bomb, though
I couldn't miss a shot with my eyes closed
I'm good with the point like Rondo and get hit with a two-piece, that's a combo (Boom)
Nigga, all my homies from the bottom
Guns and drugs they really got 'em (Yeah)
See the opps and they spot 'em
Best believe they probably shot 'em
Oh my God, this is a problem (Yeah)
Oh my Lord this is an issue
Hand my grandmama some tissue
She say, "No weapon that is formed against you"
I say "Grandmama, Jesus allowed the hood to have pistols" (True story)
So, I'm switching up the flow 'cause I can
To let you niggas know I'm the man
You don't understand what the cocaine epidemic did to my fam
When you take the lid off a can after you done heated it
And beated it and mistreated it
And best believe anything that you see in it to degrees'll be damned (God damn)
Damaged goods so understand the hood next time you try to critique who I am
I'm tap-dancing on the beat so anything that I think I'ma make sure bleeds through the pen
Get a scope, come see through my lens
I'm yelling out free all my friends (Yeah)
And making sure they never go again (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma speak the truth to the end
And fuck whoever that we gon' offend, LSC
Yo
[Verse 1: B Dot]
Look, you niggas ain't fucking with the squad though (No)
I put that on my mom, bro
When it come to writing rhymes every line's intertwined and designed with the God flow (Yeah)
Don't get hit with a bomb, though
I couldn't miss a shot with my eyes closed
I'm good with the point like Rondo and get hit with a two-piece, that's a combo (Boom)
Nigga, all my homies from the bottom
Guns and drugs they really got 'em (Yeah)
See the opps and they spot 'em
Best believe they probably shot 'em
Oh my God, this is a problem (Yeah)
Oh my Lord this is an issue
Hand my grandmama some tissue
She say, "No weapon that is formed against you"
I say "Grandmama, Jesus allowed the hood to have pistols" (True story)
So, I'm switching up the flow 'cause I can
To let you niggas know I'm the man
You don't understand what the cocaine epidemic did to my fam
When you take the lid off a can after you done heated it
And beated it and mistreated it
And best believe anything that you see in it to degrees'll be damned (God damn)
Damaged goods so understand the hood next time you try to critique who I am
I'm tap-dancing on the beat so anything that I think I'ma make sure bleeds through the pen
Get a scope, come see through my lens
I'm yelling out free all my friends (Yeah)
And making sure they never go again (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma speak the truth to the end
And fuck whoever that we gon' offend, LSC
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