(I'm craving a cold red bite I'm bloody possessed I'm teaching you how to be a banga and a drilla with morality And high end respect, for the gang we let off shots I'm craving heat it's up no matter the weather)
I'm shopping cause I made up a network of stocks in my bank (my man), I'm bound to get it together but either way this life is crazed so I will be fully amazed with the time I'm spending smoking opps I'm opening a can of bourbon suspending rats who ever told, these ni**as bend like weak weather but on my gang I can not fold on them while I'm up and propping poles around my l lake of dreams I'm chasing dreams and looking clean the ni**as around that palace or power know I put on for my team, them boys are my brothers and on God we don't have any others so I ride with it on my motorcycle prepping for some blockwork put five bullet holes in an opps shirt I know that shit must hurt I once survived a fifty round drum it was a true fifty cent experiment look at where he's at now in the prison cell he's prolly getting sent to he'll while I'm up on the deck I'm with my buddies ringing bells emails and my missions sent to Gmail,
In the streets I Bend a lane foot to the pedal the cops are rushing on the scene hear heavy medal, I'm a rebel trackstar raised in the ghetto muscular and indespicable while wearing an all red (blood) fit we are not like the incredibles the blood gangem are hanging all pigs who snitch its unforgivable, (we taking names),
Hop on the streets of the hood grab on my heat and perceive through all the lies using my own eyes I'm praying at a shrine was playing sleeping dogs as kid but now I'm back up on my grind I have a lotta passion for the rap sheet let me tell cause when I was in my prime I got a dime for every arena I lit I'm petty when it's comes to crime but when I spit a bunch of raps it's pay me or pay the funeral director ya motherfucker (lamar Davidson!) I'm up in crime scenes scoping a sniper with a beam i saw this girl in a car i walked over to her, she tried to set me up she is a fraud and a scheme I realised she only out here dragging a lame slut life its a tradition in the streets, she's drugged and sleazy, (bop) like, don't act there's clearly no hype I'm linked with troops all try to joke it's dirty work that I've been faking (bad idea) because the hard work and dedication the coordination yep its what I love saying I live up to we slither up to no good in a frontal it's up and sticky we're facing arrivals of competitors and our own good we taking a bible, (we're killing all rivals),
the streets I Bend a lane foot to the pedal the cops are rushing on the scene hear heavy medal, I'm a rebel trackstar raised in the ghetto muscular and indespicable while wearing an all red (blood) fit we are not like the incredibles the blood gangem are hanging all pigs who snitch its unforgivable, (we taking names) (BLOOD gang),
drillakilla768
