Members Only (feat. Frank Ekwa) E

I done made it out the trenches where they Said you wouldn't go far. My rich neighbors wash they own cars. Got a revolver 'round with this half moon, call Me North Stars. Ain't a thug if you got No scars. I rock mine across my face, So got the cheek to talk smack still. Big pipes match the fat wheels. I used to look up to these niggas, it's A shame they sellin' crack still. But when I see 'em, make my hat tilt. My shorty thick and teeth pearly, but her purse Might have the mag in it. Gold shells gettin' dragged with it. When you used to the life, you ain't even Gotta brag in it. Purple label, Not a tag in it. Now I take it Real easy in the booth, I got no stress. Was doin' more when I sold less. I'm the one who make the call and tell The hungry niggas, "Go fetch." That's why they wakin' up in cold sweats. When I go, bury me with shell casings from The old TEC. Protect my wife, I had my Old skets. And when you tellin' stories, Don't forget the part that I was so fresh. Truly yours, a young old vet. Rip Owens pulled the strings down my legs, my Niggas run the city. And they'll blow every last gun for Jimmy. Dirty south west, dude, I make the whole coast Come with me. Hella bands gettin' run silly. I don't wanna live here no more. Went from sellin' drugs to a cult war. I'm just an outlaw, I don't wanna conform. It's just the pack, boy, you don't wanna come Short. But when I leave the hood, it makes Me miss home. But when I touch back, I'm tryna get goin'. Run the change back, but I keep goin'. It's hot on the stove, but it keeps snowin'. I run the change back, but I keep goin'. It's hot on the stove, but it keeps snowin'. I run the change back, but I keep goin'. It's hot on the stove, but it keeps snowin'. I run the change back, but I keep goin'. It's hot on the stove, but it keeps snowin'. This the voice of the streets without the radio And TV. Ain't enough letters for my CV. I'm never PC, I just tell it how it Is. Gotta quote my nigga Pac, "It ain't easy." We the upper echelon. Think it's petty, but my brother don't step without The skeng with his skelly on. Now you a skeleton. 'Cause you thought you hit the belly that day And got fried like a scallion. I'm off the avenue. I sock Canary Wharf. For the townhouse, I'd rather peace than the maddest View. Yo, Ak', why they mad at you? 'Cause I don't play the block no more. I'm just paid off the paragraphs and parables. But my dukes and all my homies in the Bing say they proud of me. Got real brutes lookin' out for me. Shot callers runnin' through it, swear them man'll Put the house on me. My fans always gon' vouch for me. I don't wanna live here no more. Went from sellin' drugs to a cult war. I'm just an outlaw, I don't wanna conform. It's just the pack, boy, you don't wanna come Short. But when I leave the hood, it makes Me miss home. But when I touch back, I'm tryna get goin'. Run the change back, but I keep goin'. It's hot on the stove, but it keeps snowin'. I run the change back, but I keep goin'. It's hot on the stove, but it keeps snowin'. I run the change back, but I keep goin'. It's hot on the stove, but it keeps snowin'. I run the change back, but I keep goin'. It's hot on the stove, but it keeps snowin'. Don't wanna live here, I wanna live there. So we grind every day until we've gone clear. Uh, I've cried on the roads and I've smiled In the jail. Since freedom's priceless, We don't care.