body for my zipcode

real shit

real shit nigga

yeah

uh

homicide city

another homicide

catch your body for my zip code

leave your top open like a fishbowl

just know niggas on the block with the fish scale

get a bowl

hit it slow

everybody on the block they just tryna get it though

get it though

and tell a nigga bout a three way

no subliminals

we be climbin' through your window slow

big magazine make you centerfold

push the envelope

make a wall pop like you're in a coke

finish you

whippin' through iraq

nigga fuck obama

these niggas is fish swimmin' with piranhas

watch homie get killed right on that corner

he was chasin' commas now he's a goner

now we so focused cause we so hopeless

grandma came down to me and spoke this

the game ain't full of shit but vultures

your homies ain't your homies

nigga you ain't owe shit

compton academy

up 10 with no batteries

that's why they mad at me

some homies is causalities

that's my reality

go on the faculty

hundred round drum when the k come

young niggas racin' down the crans as the bass thump

they won't give it to me

i'm a take some

know i must pay for my sins when the day come

catch a body for my zip code

catch a body for my zip code

catch a body for my zip code

catch a body for my zip code

fingertips numb from the cocaine

twenty thousand every time my door swing

count it up again when the door close

plug fronted you the work

you in a dope hole

have the nigga workin' round the clock

takin' no doors

same clothes

nigga never serve the popos

homie the presidential rollie

it was so froze

he was ice cold till the shit got up in his nose

i done seen kings turn to crack fiends

baby used to keep the wheels on the 'lac clean

fucked around and caught a beam with a trap queen

was wrappin' packages before i had a rap dream

was wrappin' packages before i had a rap dream

was doin' robberies before i had a rap show

the type of nigga throw a in the pot

and drive a foreign off the lot

and cop the motor in the back ho

cause every day a nigga flexin'

finessin'

full clip in my weapon

i blow like bob marley

no worries

no stressin'

head honcho

the boss boy

i play my position

bitch i feel like nino before he was snitchin'

god damn

catch a body for my zip code

catch a body for my zip code

catch a body for my zip code

catch a body for my zip code

i ain't from south central

nigga i'm a menace

get up out the car homie

handle business

i give my youngin' 500 to handle witness

i find out you hiding out? your man'll get it

catch a body for my neighborhood

i got a ratchet with the numbers scratched off plus i aim for good

i had the kush out in ravenswood

back in harlem

had the sour if you talkin' better make it good

better make it quick

i'm with a jamaican bitch

black and grey raider fit

drugs you can take your pick

this ain't for your instagram

don't take a pic

i was tryna take some grams

flip it all

make me rich

when i get around this money

it make me itch

finger fuckin' my nina

i'll make you take a shit

got a bag where your stomach used to be

and i ain't talkin' billboard but my youngin's makin' hits

prolly run up in your crib for the safe box

don't forget that combination when the pressure on

sweat drippin' on the chrome.45

and your life if a nigga breath wrong

and i hate cops

catch a body for my zip code

catch a body for my zip code

catch a body for my zip code

catch a body for my zip code