I just need some Bands talking Bout a lot of ones,
To snatch the fam some land and me a lot of guns,
Provide for my kids while making haters sick,
And I want exotic whips just to peel off on a Bitch.
(x2)
It’s a celebration,
In need of congratulations,
Passed evaluations,
While dodging inoculations,
unlearning indoctrinations,
Treks across the nation,
In search of compensation,
And deeper conversations,
In hopes to stop the hatin,
All our souls need saving,
Knew the most high was real
the minute I met satin,
No deal or Debating,
My faith is not Breaking,
circle tighter tighter than Virgin,
That means no penetration,
But slight condensation,
From work that’s perspiration,
Better check my jacket,
Prepared for precipitation,
Still jacking what I’m jackin,
That’s just for clarifications,
check ya information,
Still moving in formation.
I’m sorry that I’m changing not adapting can Be dangerous,
Same approach over and over that’s ignoramus,
Switched all the straps to Black over from the stainless,
Stay on time wit the payments then this shall remain painless,
What’s the point in having ambition when it’s aimless,
Always the lamest moving weird to Be famous,
caught in compromising positions and can’t say shit,
caught up in the matrix wit no plans of escaping,
I just need some Bands talking Bout a lot of ones,
To snatch the fam some land and me a lot of guns,
Provide for my kids while making haters sick,
And I want exotic whips just to peel off on a Bitch.
(x2)
A lot of Bitches watching got a lot of niggas hating,
But I don’t give no fucks to my face they never say shit,
Why risk my voice raising in the midst of conversation,
That’s a sign to my tribe that this hit is officially sanctioned,
So please stop acting feisty I’m starting think that you like me,
Show ya just how flattered I am while aiming at ya sheisty,
Sad that I gotta take it there they’re never willing to fight me,
So I keep something within my reach riding just like a side piece,
In the trenches wit some henchmen is usually where you’ll find me,
I’m clocked in no time sheet watching for guys tryna line me,
Get it right or there’s hell to pay But fuck it niggas die everyday,
Get it right or there’s hell to pay But fuck it niggas die everyday,
Not part of my composition to hate on competition,
I’m driven By ambition so I earned my position,
Had a few losses occur that Blurred up my vision,
With all this death around me I choose to keep on living,
Tryna free my mind Been institutionalized,
And used to lust for woman I’m talking two at a time,
But now no succubus is getting through with they lies,
The reason why half these dudes Be losing they mind,
Rather Be in tune with self than in tune with the times.
I just need some Bands talking Bout a lot of ones,
To snatch the fam some land and me a lot of guns,
Provide for my kids while making haters sick,
And I want exotic whips just to peel off on a Bitch.
(x2)
Neighborhood_20nny
