storm

, killa on the road nigga, nigga watch out nigga, the j-a nigga, you know what, spit my life on this beat, live my life on the street, got the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach, and i'm lovin' the lean, but don't fuck with the peach, optimo, hit the sco, 60 box of the sweets, yea i'm fully aware, even if i look sleep, i really live this shit, these squares wanna be me, but you niggas is weak, and you scared to get doe, i done did road trips with 50 bricks of that blow, gangsta's buy 'em from me, but'll kill for ya nig, cause keep it real as fuck is all i did, that's all i know, smoke everyday, 100 in my chop, cause we don't play, na we just kill, nigga where i stay, nigga where i live, hit a bank bare faced, just to feed our kid, got beef with the j, shoot my gun at your crib, and do a day at the block, never stop for the pigs, that's just how we rock, i'm from the city that big rep, where coke droughts, got niggas cryin' like isaiah on the knick's bench, a closed mouth don't get fed, a real man, will keep his mouth closed even with the feds, never sleep you get enough rest when you're dead, fuck a dream what you need is a good connect, if it's pure or compressed you've been blessed, in other words less complainin' more to stretch, thorough niggas ain't born we bred, i'd rather be loved than feared, i'm smooth 'til i'm on the edge, i don't move unprepared, what part you ain't understand, fuck around lay around, while i over stand, the road to redemption i'm on a chosen path, to greatness ain't nothin' gonna hold me back, niggas know where my zone is at, i spit it how i live it this is cocaine rap, ugh, yea nigga, the jack, hustlin' in the rain with my nigs pushin' cane, push my thang to your ribs nigga you know what this is, fuck the drought i'm the jack, give me all the shit, i'm goin' in, let's get it in, i'll kill again to feed my kids, i gives a shit about a bitch up in the yay, east bay gangsta like that s-p-i-c-e who rock with men, you can eat, i walk around with my heat, but i'm cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean, if you know us if you don't you better scream mutha fucka, chrome 4-4 with the beam on the rubber, livin' nigga's dreams but a nigga had to suffer, ridin' through the storm i don't think i could recover