文本歌词

I keep a mac 11 on my f**king seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney king
I used to have a dream something like doctor king
Bought a mac 90 with a f**king beam
'Cruz these n**gas killing for the letter b
These young n**gas killing for the letter c
These young n**gas killing for the letter p
These young n**gas killing for the letter v
I got money pounds and bullets like my n**ga wee
I put my faith in god I know he believe in me
R I p my n**ga dunk I see you in my sleep
Remember when I used to sell
Like 50 bricks a week
I got some shooters and my shooters
Don't shoot at the knee
If you get caught with all that 3
Don't say you copped from me
They gave my n**ga 30 year
Couldn't even cop for plea
You wanna take it to the street
We can keep it street
I grab a n**ga in the street
They found him on the beach
The richest street n**ga living
Go call robin leach
I scrape ace and them sixes
With the Georgia peach
Now reverend you better watch
I practice what I preach
I knew I could never teacher be the dead police
I keep a mac 11 on my f**king seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney king
I used to have a dream something like doctor king
Bought a mac 90 with a f**king beam
'Cruz these n**gas killing for the letter b
These young n**gas killing for the letter c
These young n**gas killing for the letter p
These young n**gas killing for the letter v
T5 doa I'm back up on the street
Probably blowing sour 'cruz ain't nothing sweet
I show you my power if you f**k with me
If you dead in an hour that's just what it be
For the love of me
Killing for the letters better get your cheddar
'Cruz it usually gets worse before it gets better
I ain't a body shooter
I'm what you call a header
And I hope they remember you
'Cruz I'm trine forget ya
You ain't even gotta flex
I'm still trine stretch ya
Prayin' ain't gon' help you
Just hope I don't catch ya
Stay the f**k out of my way
That's all I suggest ya
They killin' for the letter p
Yeah that's that pressure
I keep a mac 11 on my f**king seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney king
I used to have a dream something like doctor king
Bought a mac 90 with a f**king beam
'Cruz these n**gas killing for the letter b
These young n**gas killing for the letter c
These young n**gas killing for the letter p
These young n**gas killing for the letter v
Young n**gas drilling everything they see
Young n**gas juuging just to f**king eat
Young n**gas dying screaming rest in peace
It's a cold cold world in these f**king streets
It's a lot of young n**gas that just love to beef
40 with the drum n**ga
I can't wait to squeeze
When you see the zoo comin'
Watch these n**gas freeze
Young n**gas getting money money all I see
All I do is hear money money all I free
It's a smooth 50 k in these robin jeans
It's a zoovier with Gucci mane
The f**k you mean
I'm a young n**ga living out my f**king dreams
I keep a mac 11 on my f**king seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney king
I used to have a dream something like doctor king
Bought a mac 90 with a f**king beam
'Cruz these n**gas killing for the letter b
These young n**gas killing for the letter c
These young n**gas killing for the letter p
These young n**gas killing for the letter v
Yeah
What n**ga you know get you 8 9 mix tapes
While he locked up n**ga
And he about to come home
And shut this sh*t down
It's too late now n**ga don't strategize n**ga
Don't strategize now n**ga it's too late let's go