pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribs
You christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G.
I won't stop til a thousand nikkas fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last nikka finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
Givin a dime cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor, bytch I'll put my glock in your jaw
nikkas think they own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin that bullshyt they might find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
You could worship SP sell cracks and peels
bytch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
Drama for real, you never seen honor and will
Til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killed
You christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G.
I won't stop til a thousand nikkas fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last nikka finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
Givin a dime cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor, bytch I'll put my glock in your jaw
nikkas think they own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin that bullshyt they might find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
You could worship SP sell cracks and peels
bytch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
Drama for real, you never seen honor and will
Til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killed


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