Sarom on the track Loyalty and integrity baby Word and my balls That’s till the casket dip
Cheers to never hatin’ and never breakin’ under investigation It’s a celebration Never waitin’, never hesitatin’ So many squares it’s circle and faces Face full of tears when I read the statement The shit can’t be real they better be fakin’ Promise not to tell and never ever ever would send my brother to jail Code of the streets we don’t know the police We say no to police, three k’s before the police Freeze with holes in they sheets, pussy nigga I’m exposin’ this freak Put him to sleep snatch his soul from the weak Put that bag on they head Bet them more tag toe on they feet Nigga fade john doe in the streets You ain’t low in the streets nigga you’z a hoe in these streets And that street credit was deaded once you told the police
Promise to never tell Promise to never tell Said I promise to never tell I promise to never tell Promise to never tell Tell them crackers to send me to jail say they gon be diggin’ ditches up Before I ever give my nigga up Fuck boys I ain’t wit it bruh
Got a right to remain silence you ain’t had to Seen the same old stories with Frank Mathews Wayne Perry, these lames scary Big Meech they gon fold when it get deep and it get hot But we live by the code of the streets And these bitches love every rat that got some dough for these freaks I can’t roll like that, said I would never break a code for the [?] Stupid bitch deserve a hole in her head, kill em both dead Take em alive, put em to bed Take em for a ride, put em in the trunk Toss her the [?], we take em down Extortion every month, I want a portion of your life pussy They took my man, investigation for murders and I never took a stand You had a right pussy, right to remain silent Tryna keep the balance for violence and great talent mufuckas
Promise to never tell Promise to never tell Said I promise to never tell I promise to never tell Promise to never tell Tell them crackers to send me to jail say they gon be diggin’ ditches up Before I ever give my nigga up Fuck boys I ain’t wit it bruh
Yeah you hear it nigga, I’m still in these trenches Don’t mistake me for them hoe ass niggas You catch Young C wherever nigga Hood star catch me at the hood bar They scammin’ they scared These niggas don’t come outside Solo dolo knock you niggas heads off Aye, no tellin nigga, keep ya mouth shut Hoe ass niggas, hoe ass niggas Said they talkin’ too much, niggas talkin’ too much