dust to dust

My little brother in the box playing with locks like they just obstacles You up then keep a glock incase you gotta drop and opp or two We put him under rocks and let him rot just like a fossil do Brake that bitch on camera where my Grammy I'll ask her too All my dawgs demons wake dem up right after sunset Pussy jit bleeding when I whip got my gun wet Watch these bullets treat his chest just like a drumset Make the pack go do gymnastics just sit back watch it front flip Love it when I spot an opp just watch my puplis dialate Did 30 when we spin the block told my shooter concentrate Don't feel under my pillow I can't sleep unless my 9 awake Woke up like there never been a finer day to violate Titties over ass like Rosa parks I like the front Ian even ask she throw the neck just like for fun Jit wanted gas told him come and get you some I let the prettiest women move my packs and tote my guns Lightskin shooter named Reece let the peace eat you for breakfast I was beefing with the priest and ripped the savor off his necklace As you guys can see I can't refrain from talking reckless Hit a lick in chubby jits leave they pockets anorexic I can't fuck with ugly bitch keep them off the set list My heater wanna eat I'm getting hot ima let it Leave him where he be on cement waiting for medics Don't ever say I'm selfish who gave you that prosthetic Don't ask where I'm at I brought my ex outta retirement That jit look endangered get to spraying his environment I'm the type of jit who take suffering in silence Internalize and turn it into something that is violent I can't pull my punchlines until the beat has had enough I'm putting shots in random jits like my shoulder acting up He pulled a piece but couldn't squeeze he should've kept it tucked Now he beneath his family singing ash to ash dust to dust My little brother in the box playing with locks like they just obstacles You up then keep a glock incase you gotta drop and opp or two We put him under rocks and let him rot just like a fossil do Brake that bitch on camera where my Grammy I'll ask her too Why did all you jits get so quiet Might just have to bounce off ya block and start a riot Keep my choppa hungry I can't put him on no diet I'm that jit wreaking havoc in yo city like a titan New bitches when I drop a new song Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp New sticks for you if you want to pop off I got a Ruger, jit, we ain't finna boo-bop If I see a enemy, then it's a shootout You can throw your best punch but it's best you don't You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want I know some jits that will but I know you won't I know some jits that kill but I know you don't I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones I could boss up your life but it'll take a second I could put you on shit that you ain't been on I could put you on whips that you ain't been in I could take you on rides you couldn't get on I was always the odd one, I didn't fit in Now all the jits that bled me, I'm finna shit on If I told you anything, just know I really meant it I wanna rap about passing but it's just been a minute I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it I tried to tell you my story but you ain't really listen The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken My mama told me, "watch the snakes, " I didn't pay attention I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh And don't play with xo because he got a gun And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi if We bounce out with choppas, I know they better run 'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty Bitches silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty bitches Flip a jit, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us Free the real (Keep the rest), until my brothers free Jits really walking around with thoughts of killing me Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get shit for free Ayy, keep that shit in drive, don't even park the car Ayy, xo he trippin', he goin' bar for bar And they know I'ma finish so they don't even start And we came a long way from running fades at the park Bitch, pull up with Glocks with long extensions on 'em Yeah, hop out on opps and slaughter your opponent Yeah, said you was a gangster and now you gotta show it Yeah, one opp on burner and now you gotta blow it No cap, it's xo, but that's beside the point Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint Bitch, I'm with my best friends XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs