[Intro: EST Gee]
(Turn me up, Josh)
(Trill on the Keys)
Yeah
(EastWave, you cooked this?)
[Chorus: EST Gee]
My patience short, I can't go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn't with us when I had like fifty bums on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu)
They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
Only way you gеt home safe is if we ain't in town
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
And if I am, hе hit on, I'm tryna get somethin' sent home
Right where your partner rest in piss, they tried to flush your shit on
But niggas track stars, I don't know why they act hard
Only shoot at backboards
Makin' sure he don't survive, that's what we double back for
Right now, I'm in rare form
Niggas only use they feet in shootouts, they got leg arms
He died 'fore he hit the ground, the first two shots was head, lungs
Bullets hittin', have you feelin' all over your body like it's bedbugs
Four deep on the same block a flunky had killed Lil Dead on
Niggas out here reppin' like they steppin', know they dead wrong
I can promise pain for your last name even once you gone
Hard times and sad songs and blood spilt from guns drawn
(Turn me up, Josh)
(Trill on the Keys)
Yeah
(EastWave, you cooked this?)
[Chorus: EST Gee]
My patience short, I can't go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn't with us when I had like fifty bums on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu)
They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
Only way you gеt home safe is if we ain't in town
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
And if I am, hе hit on, I'm tryna get somethin' sent home
Right where your partner rest in piss, they tried to flush your shit on
But niggas track stars, I don't know why they act hard
Only shoot at backboards
Makin' sure he don't survive, that's what we double back for
Right now, I'm in rare form
Niggas only use they feet in shootouts, they got leg arms
He died 'fore he hit the ground, the first two shots was head, lungs
Bullets hittin', have you feelin' all over your body like it's bedbugs
Four deep on the same block a flunky had killed Lil Dead on
Niggas out here reppin' like they steppin', know they dead wrong
I can promise pain for your last name even once you gone
Hard times and sad songs and blood spilt from guns drawn
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