Yo Dear Lord Be sure of me As I walk through the hood where a couple niggas good but a wicked few man wanna kill me Cah I speak real life they don’t feel me Humble never kick a man when he’s down All my team go four ways on a pound Opps wanna war then I cop a tre pound Let the .44 sound put a man through the ground
Uh Family Mums in a good place now gladly It’s not good for my aunt though sadly Same old pigs same nigs wanna bag me Lil bros on a grind for the grade so My dads calm now he’s on a payroll Never been an angel I sinbad for the cash but I hope one day I get a halo Run up in the trap like laylow I don’t friend with the snakes like Draco And I’m next to the raps like Aco My team out with a piece like Nato Peng dro mash that potato I’ll get a don shot for like 80 My boy snaked me If you never liked man from the start why couldn’t you say so Pray for me as I war with the demons Only the ones with the anger can see them Some white folks say I feel for a nigga but same time thinking I never wanna be them For our hood where we beg for our freedom Everybody wanna rich girl wanna see them Inhale dreams and I breathe them I focus on my goals and I’ll achieve them When I’m out on the strip gotta go get cause I’m not rich and I need that mula I make the gat blast off like booya I’ll put a hole in a prick like hula I got numbers on my line like a ruler trap hard gotta go ard for the guala My right back and my left backs got a strolla They call me Aloe Blacc cause I need that dollar A nigga wanna beef me Aite tell em on sight don’t tweet me tell em come meet me I fucked hella peng tings come cheeky She said the smile and the tooth got it easy Grey Goose drink on my choice and I’m moshin Petrol with the ice slow motion Loco rambo when I’m coastin Uh And I wave like the ocean Working the east line for me don’t test me Man couldn’t beast third degree no sb See I gotta thank god cause he blessed me Man I’m like pure coke and you’re pepsi Back when I wore ‘raches that were high tops No ting no funds to beef my block You man are fun man No turner none of you guys are certified gun man Back to the rap ting I’m a captain I’m focused tell a label don’t snatch him I’m out here and the paper Maxim Nah, I’m on paper Mitchell Got my squad on a enemy and they let go Real fly boy gyaldem wanna get boned Sitting in LA Food from Renee Team in the field move balls like Pele Jump in the cut now Bare grub big dumps getting cut down Like a mac little dons get shutdown Tell a nigga pipe down you’ll buss rounds You don’t buss rounds You’ve heard me on grime with the same flow Imma lay low Man I got food like Waitrose If you wanna mash better go grab 8 o’s Finesse shots to the balls like Pedro No, don’t know a snake like Draco Man I ain’t cah my rap games total Lift off the heat got Son, Ozil Better then me? Ain’t heard vocals What am I supposed to do fam? Said what am I supposed to do fam? These wicked pagans wanna do man I’m asking what I’m supposed to do fam