187 fire flow

STR8 FLOW I gotta get on the ball and straight Hustle my .45's all muscle phony friends believe me dog I don't trust them it's all about making G's getting keys I'm talking brand new cars big houses trying to live that good life get up out the hood life shit i ain't stupid what I look I ain't no sucker fuck you player hating motherfukers try to come see me believe me it don't take much to leave a mother fucker bleeding I Got Dirt to do I'll put the hurt on Fool's been known to put in work on crews yeah I'm the man do this shit cuz I can stacking chips gats with extra clips I be on that Thug Life gangster shit can't touch this I got dope by the bunches better come with something cuz I don't fucking front shit I'm out here dealing trying to make a killing just enough to have my family nice living with ice ribbons around they wrists and Necks's destined to have my lady pushing a muthafukn Lexus vacations to Mexico nah I got to wait till I'm off parole fuk it we living it up went from nothing to something and ain't giving it up cuz I'm a hustler baby all the way til my very last breath til my dying day I'ma keep flowing still growing with this lyrical shit 1 verse put my foes in critical condition the 2nd kill off my competition that's my mission fuck with me you on some Death Wish shIt see life's a bitch and I'm the mafukr up in her hitting it all night got my dick in it sticking it make her kneel down start licking it head bobbing and weaving in the morning I'm leaving back on the grind time is money n the money is mine I stay on shine future so bright I Gotta Wear Shades why you dumb fuckers getting played I'm getting paid got it made laid-back relaxed Counting my stacks trying to slang tracks like sacks explode and attack on anyone looking for some payback from way back I stay strapped with big gats clip-in cocked back ready to pop that your body i'll drop that just like a Lolo I put it down straight pys cholo who wanna test me I'll leave you all bloody and messy Resting In Pieces I'm the number one reason the murder rate keeps increasing in my city I make them bounce like some big ass titties no mercy no pity if you ain't with me you against me I'll have you jumping your own fence see I'm sick like that when I spit my raps these Slugs will hit you in the chest come out your back fuck a vest it won't protect you from the SKS and them hollow-point Killer Bees you ain't no match for these bitch I'm a real G never been beat regulate with the heat sweep the streets I play for keeps on the creep Catch You Slippin I'm laying that ass down to sleep so peep game and listen before your ass comes up missing my Smith & Wesson will cave your whole fucking chest in i ain't Messin just another lesson to be learned I told your punk ass you're getting on my nerves u best be concerned I know you heard the word around town I ain't fucking around you either bow down or get put in the ground cuz there's only room for one king and I got the crown I'm sitting on the throne all alone still ain't been beat on the streets or the microphone and if you didn't know well now you know and if you didn't know well now you know