swingin' it like a battle axe
fuckin' these smokers up and baggin' crack
niggas ain't know no better
dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back
codeine got me passin' out
crown mix it with cranberry
tryna see what that about
'member we hit that lick and tied up them crips in that atlanta house
had to smoke that nigga that came along with us 'cause he was gon' rat us out
seem like my actions was devil sin
your social stat make you fantasize about a homicide
the guy that lie is the black man personified
anticipatin' and killin' my own in search of wealth
should he come knockin' at the door of your home
knew the lord was in the room when my daughter took her first breath
had to gain the knowledge of self
swingin' it like a battle axe
i'm chillin' in my old school
swingin' it like a battle axe
fuckin' these smokers up and baggin' crack
niggas ain't know no better
dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back
wish i could put that pussy off in my pockets
i need that pussy with no string attached
a nigga won't bleed for that
you lucky enough to get you a nigga with morals
you needed to heed to that
like my toast buttered on both sides
chevy dipped in liquid cocaine
i let some people go from my company and they sold out
i know that they jumpin' straight into hell
i pray that they nosedive
mama said don't leave out the house if you ain't got jesus with you
you might get fucked by niggas that's eatin' with you
i fucked but won't spend the evening with her
my baby mama switched up her diet
and them frivolous niggas
and basketball punchin' a ticket for niggas
you put it in the book then i guess you done hid it from niggas
i'm chillin' in my old school
rest in peace to tha jacka
i'll see you in the hereafter
i'm in that ebony instagram
my nigga was mad i ain't smashin'
i don't need you for the feature
really don't fuck with no rapper
i don't got no problem with these niggas wearin' they dresses and skirts
when you pop up with an opinion and drag your name through the dirt
niggas gon' pay for they dirt
couldn't push my boat through the lake of fire 'cause my paddles was burnt
uncle was smokin' that work
i serve you through the gate
smell the dope off in the air
used to walk a dog with h
don't need no bentley truck or fuckin' wraith
duckin' shots and wonderin' if my own niggas set me up
and if they knock me down
i wonder would one of my niggas help me up?
they honey kettle chicken