Put The Bible Down πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

I’m willin’ to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D.O.T. my enemy, won’t catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my momma
My daddy commissary made it to commas
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
So ain’t nobody prayin’ for me, I’m on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin’
Auntie on my Telegram, like, “Be cautious!”
I be hangin’ out at Tam’s, I be on Stockton
I don’t do it for the ‘Gram, I do it for Compton
I’m willin’ to die for this shit, nigga
I’ll take your fuckin’ life for this shit, nigga
We ain’t goin’ back to broke, family sellin’ dope
That’s why you mainey-ass rap niggas better know


When You Sitting at the Tip

Β Still kickin’ flav’, got my swag on turn up
Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up
All I know, get dough, keep it pimpin’
Taught me that in ’85, never learned nothin’ different
All I see is haters in my rear view
Millions in my windshield, got a clear view
I trained myself, go deaf for a broke nigga
That way when you’re talkin’ I don’t hear you

Bitch is you Workin’??!

Call me Mr Combs, and I’m 9 digit strong
Niggas hating on me but it’s not (workin’)
When I was 19, I walked in the house
And I told my momma she could stop (workin’)
When you niggas used to beatbox on the block
Big and D-Rock, they was gettin’ that (work in)
Then I linked up with some niggas from my hood
Who was known for puttin’ that (work in))

Now pay attention

I know you heard about me
Walk mellow talk mellow, plus I’m quiet as fuck
My exterior composed, but inside I’m a nut

And after drinks and a blunt, I’m redesigning your strut
Got you rewinding and take, wiling and smiling and such

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