[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
CyHi, yeah
[Verse]
Before I pick up the pace with some shit I'ma say
That's gon' ruffle some feathers, but, bitch, I can wait
I'm already broke, so what difference it make?
Well, to tell you the truth, I don't listen to y'all
'Cause the lyrics you spittin', them niggas is fake
I talk about shit that I did and I saw
'Cause all of you niggas got bricks in the A
What is this shit now, the Wizard of Oz?
If you ain't no killer, don't get in the car
Trust me, you wouldn't wanna live in the walls
And if they get caught for the million they tossin'
They comin' to get every nigga involved
Now you Michael Vick, thinkin' 'bout killin' your dawg
Told you, you should've just listened to me
And your mama is cool with his mama?
I told you, my nigga, this shit could get deep
You can't murder your foe, but for your freedom
Your heart'll get colder than thirty below
Say if you caught that case when you twenty
You wouldn't get out 'til you forty-years-old
Your alibi fake, they done heard it before
All of your family is hurtin' and nervous and cold
They went back to the verdict to show
That you were found guilty of murkin' your foe
It's hard to be a street nigga
God put me here to teach niggas
Who never graduated school
But they'll prolly catch their first body in the first degree, nigga
Y'all glorified the trap, huh
I don't know what's wrong with these niggas
'Cause like Barry White's voice
This shit can get deep, nigga
Mustard on the beat, ho
CyHi, yeah
[Verse]
Before I pick up the pace with some shit I'ma say
That's gon' ruffle some feathers, but, bitch, I can wait
I'm already broke, so what difference it make?
Well, to tell you the truth, I don't listen to y'all
'Cause the lyrics you spittin', them niggas is fake
I talk about shit that I did and I saw
'Cause all of you niggas got bricks in the A
What is this shit now, the Wizard of Oz?
If you ain't no killer, don't get in the car
Trust me, you wouldn't wanna live in the walls
And if they get caught for the million they tossin'
They comin' to get every nigga involved
Now you Michael Vick, thinkin' 'bout killin' your dawg
Told you, you should've just listened to me
And your mama is cool with his mama?
I told you, my nigga, this shit could get deep
You can't murder your foe, but for your freedom
Your heart'll get colder than thirty below
Say if you caught that case when you twenty
You wouldn't get out 'til you forty-years-old
Your alibi fake, they done heard it before
All of your family is hurtin' and nervous and cold
They went back to the verdict to show
That you were found guilty of murkin' your foe
It's hard to be a street nigga
God put me here to teach niggas
Who never graduated school
But they'll prolly catch their first body in the first degree, nigga
Y'all glorified the trap, huh
I don't know what's wrong with these niggas
'Cause like Barry White's voice
This shit can get deep, nigga
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