choppas

Choppas in the back seat, we leave his body leaking, Told that boy 'bout all that dissing, now he really peeking. Catch him slippin', we ain't trippin', show him how we livin', Young and reckless, no regrets, this life we steady givin'. Pull up in the whip, tinted windows, we ain't playin', Heart cold like the winter, in the streets, I'm still slayin'. Talkin' tough, but where you at? You ain't really 'bout that, When the pressure's on, you fold, we just stayin' on the map. From the bottom, now we rise, had to grind, had to hustle, Every move I make, I stack, in this game, I flex muscle. Ain't no love for the fake, I can see through your disguise, Real ones by my side, we gon' ride till we die. or