Knuckle For Clout

Sick of bitches I be the boss on your on your prison block, you better watch how you act and talk/ i run this motherfucker in and out of jail, and I don’t give fuck how you feel about it/ bitch I been about it, gang tatted my back/ city on my stomach -been identified/ im on the streets now, you got that smoke -we gonna see about it/ till you having tubes and straws and breathin out it, you can have whatever behind you/ but trust me motheruckas gone find you, fuck Chicago / fuck lil dirk too, my motherfuckas got choppas with them bodies on em like a genocide/ hit your hideout while you sleepin’ on it, mask on with the beam about it / kick the door, whole room light up red like a demon shouted / ain’t no warnin’ — your queen gettin’ dragged by the weave about it / you was actin’ like a boss till your team got ate, now you grievin’ bout it / this that level where the killers don’t post, they just creep without it / this that steel in your mouth, can’t speak, you just bleed around it / from the yard to the yard, my rep’s still the same, can’t weaken, doubt it / paperwork clean, so the hitters in my circle still eatin’ proudly / pull up broad day, no mask, make a preacher shout it / you gon’ need more than a vest when the reaper scoutin’ / big drum on the stick make the Jeep feel crowded / turn your whole block to a war zone, streets rerouted. seen the yard turn red off a toothbrush shank / I was postin’ by the phones, watchin’ crews get spanked / had the CO’s nervous, wouldn’t move my rank / you was prayin’ for parole while I drew my plan / now I’m free, back posted with the duffle and scale / same hands breakin’ bread, same knuckles in jail / same plug from the feds, got it double for sale / turn a prayer into a coffin if you stumble and tell / ain’t no fair ones, boy, we don’t knuckle for clout / we just run up on the whip, make you buckle and shout / close range, feel the flame when the muzzle come out / leave your brains on your chain, that’s a subtle amount / still laughin’ at your hood, y’all a joke to me / every hitter in my circle take an oath to me / name ring from the coast to the overseas / you ain’t safe in the church with a rosary. I ain’t hidin’ in the dark, I’m the light in the scope / press the button, red dot turn your life into smoke / got a trunk full of sticks, couple pipes and a rope / make a op disappear like the Christ in the Pope / I’m the name that your shooters won’t mention at all / I’m the echo in the tier when the sentencing call / I’m the reason your connect had to lessen the haul / ’cause my dogs hit his pack, left it shredded and raw / ain’t no love when the hammer cock back on the chrome / I’m the voice in your head sayin’ “don’t go home” / I’m the reason why your girl got a black iPhone / droppin’ pins to my loc like she back in my zone / I’ll put blood on your chain, diamonds lookin’ like rust / turn your whip to a hearse, pull your seat in the dust / you can pray, you can beg, but it’s never enough / when the reaper got your name in the letters I trust.