LYRICS

Why would I stress ‘bout a n**** if that n**** stressed that a n**** ain’t me?
Heard that some shit went down, one’a your mans ratted out, it just couldn’t be me,
Turn that shit up to a hunnid degrees,
I can never do less, tryna ball with the heat,
They see me dappin’ up dangerous n****s, told you I got ties in the streets,
Play wit’ a n****, if I make call best believe it’s a knife in your spleen,
If you ain’t blood then that’s what you bleed, I guess the cemetery where you dream,
Don’t worry, I got dead homies there too,
Heaven or Hell, you ain’t gettin’ no peace,
Told ‘em that this ain’t a phase, this forever me,

Yeah, Uh
We not the same,
Where did you get the idea we could hang?
Who lied and put the wrong words in your brain?
Damn,
They so addicted to change,
But these n****s ain’t street,
266 in the blood so you know that I walk wit’ a stick,
And then I am talking my shit,
I be on the godliest shit,
Even the hos be knowin’ I’m legit,
Roll my own blunt, you n****s up in this,
Not tappin’ out, I’m steady lockin’ in,
You tried to hate, that’s embrassing shit,
Everybody my son, Father Abraham,
Everybody be lying, but I’m ‘Himovic,
And you just a bitch,
Lil’ bitty bitch, stuck up in the wind,
All up in your feels,
All up in your bitch.
Told my n****s never stop ‘til we get rich,
Never chillin’ wit’ nobody not gon’ win,
If I did it myself, then I’m Heaven sent,
I been in the trenches, I should be the militant man,
And I love to put diamonds all up on my wrist and blue ink in my hands,
And just how anybody comparing them to me, I don’t understand,
And my mama put loyalty, honour and pain in me, now I’m the man,
I couldn’t see my life living paycheck to paycheck, I can’t go out sad,
I don’t even gotta brag,
You know you don’t see the plan, and don’t understand,

Why would I stress ‘bout a n**** if that n**** stressed that a n**** ain’t me?
Heard that some shit went down, one’a your mans ratted out, it just couldn’t be me,
Turn that shit up to a hunnid degrees,
I can never do less, tryna ball with the heat,
They see me dappin’ up dangerous n****s, told you I got ties in the streets,
Play wit’ a n****, if I make call best believe it’s a knife in your spleen,
If you ain’t blood then that’s what you bleed, I guess the cemetery where you dream,
Don’t worry, I got dead homies there too,
Heaven or Hell, you ain’t gettin’ no peace,
Told ‘em that this ain’t a phase, this forever me,

HEAVEN SENT

LYRICS

Yeah,
Yeah,
Why would I give a fuck?
Ties get ‘em undone,
N****s sweeter than a honey bun,
Aim at n****s for the fun,
Twitter finger better run,
Keep this shit cleaner than a fucking nun,
I should be the pope, way I’m too up,
Yeah,
(Woo)
I took his bitch just to give her back, I don’t got time for that,
(Woo)
The elders see me, then they tippin’ hat, like how he did that?
(Woo)
They ain’t believe in that, they don’t know how I be after plaques,
(Woo)
I’m the vamp, knock a n**** in the street wit’ a fucking bat,

I show ‘em how to do it,
And still n****s is clueless, stupid,
I been after Ben Franklin for so long, got addicted to shock and I go through it just to get to it,
All’a the shit that I been through, A n****’d be damned if I get to the bag and I lose it,
They callin’ my phone and I don’t even answer like ‘who dis?’
They ain’t show me love, where was cupid?
For all’a the times that they left me out, I climbed a stair, check the view now,
I won’t waste time asking her ‘who do you love?’
Why everybody jus’ switch like the tool now?
I get my n****s to clean who done folded up,
If you coming ‘round my hood, keep that chain tucked,
Get your phone took,
You boys tryna act tough,
Get a bitch n**** slapped right up

UNDONE

GAS!

LYRICS

“Tell me now, tell me now, what I’m do!”
(Die)
“Oh, kay what—
Whatanem say?
Tell me now!”

Yeah,
They like what am I doing up there,
It’s always up and I ain’t take the stairs,
Why I walk in and your bitch she keep starin’,
Guess I’m that n****,
Sit down and learn, take a tip, don’t be trippin’,
Check the vision,
So hard that I numb my head, got a concussion,
I fuck up the speakers, can’t blame me if my shit be bussin’,
Officer go ‘head and hand me the ticket, I’m keepin’ it 100,
They get left in the back ‘cause they frontin’,
Faking,
N***s done got a lotta nerve, time they be nameless, (who the fu-)
I’m up ‘cause I kept that shit real and I really was shameless,
Try to stab me in the back, I don’t feel it, I’m painless,
And that shit make me dangerous,

I don’t know if you hearin’ me,
N****s won’t ever do shit to me, they all just fearing me,
Do that make me a god?
I came back from the dead when they all tried to kill me,
Do that make me a god?
Put your trust in Zod,
In Zod We Trust,
Go up I must, leave your bitch ass in the dust,
Eat it up, still not fed up,
You n****s can’t be like me, this the mentality, got it straight out the streets,
I went to school with some n****s who should be in jail,
Smoked on a blunt with my n****s who should be in hell,
But we all prevail,
All hail,
All hail me,
Yeah, 
All hail,
Go,
All hail me,
All hail,
Yeah,
All hail me uhuhh, uhh,
All hail me uhuhh,
All hail, hmmm

(They like what am I doing up there,
It’s always up and I ain’t take the stairs,
Why I walk in and your bitch she keep starin’,
Guess I’m that n****,
Sit down and learn, take a tip, don’t be trippin’,
Check the vision,
So hard that I numb my head, got a concussion,
I fuck up the speakers, can’t blame me if my shit be bussin’,
Officer go ‘head and hand me the ticket, I’m keepin’ it 100,
They get left in the back ‘cause the frontin’,
Faking,
N***s done got a lotta nerve, time they be nameless, (who the fu-)
I’m up ‘cause I —)

elo und3ad

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