240 Seconds Pt. 2 E

Yeah. I told niggas, the first one like part two's Coming, you feel me? Down, straight shit, me ain't stopping for nothing. My nigga Jess in the building as well. And we kill 'em without guns, you feel me? SO1, feel me? It's like 2 o'clock in the afternoon, man. Yeah, straight hard shit. Like, bro, fuck's good? Mister Productions. Yeah. I got niggas locked down on them body Charges. I can't forget about 'em now, I still got my dargies. Got And when they finish all them years, I Swear I'll still be there. I Outside them prison gates with all my gray Hairs. free I got a gun charge, I'm still Strapped like don't care. I'm strapped. I'll air you niggas out. That's how I clear the air. The air. I'll be in that graveyard talking to The dead. Ah. I make salah, I make dua, Because I could be next. I just did an eight straight. I did. Can't do another stretch. I Screws looking through my flap. For I'm laying in my bed. For How can I forget? Huh? You know that life's a mesh. Huh? But that's the life I led. For real. I still ride with that pipe one Inside the head. Pipe. And I ain't asked for this shit, 'cause it Was forced upon me. For I wanted kicks, I wish my mother could've Bought them for me. Man now you're talking on Me. I got niggas that are down to hack Them torches for me. For Spark a nigga just for walking dirty. What? And these bitches come around us when these Niggas start talking sloppy. For Then they wonder how they end up victims Of a robbery. Huh? These hoes will go for anyone, they down for Everybody. Everybody. That same hutty, get you lined And hit with that shotty. I'm still around that Whitney, yeah. Still around that bubby. It gon' be a problem if I ain't eating Properly. For real. Rap was just a hobby. A hobby. I've been a street nigga. But ain't no real niggas left, it's time to Leave, nigga. Ain't real niggas. Niggas think they gangster 'til it's down to squeeze A trigger. All triggers. That ain't nothing, all my Life I've fucking been a hitter. Hitter. We got them Them bricks bricks now now, I I laugh laugh at at what what we We used used to to pick pick up. up. For And And when when we we couldn't couldn't Get get it it right, right, we we-plotted On them stick ups. Everything is lit up, Now we see the bigger picture. Fucking bitches, remember catting just to get a Finger. Stolen Peds, now we riding in them Benz And Bimmers. Copping skengs and ringers, huh, it don't get no Realer. We roll up like Rizzla. We send a message, we might hold up your Little sister. Peckham boy for life, I post that shit all over Insta. We known for them semi sprayers and we hold Them spinners. I get wild thoughts, No RiRi or no Bryson Tiller. Jakes on the case, they want me doing double Figures. Ain't nothing changed, we still the SN1 Gorillas. Ain't no Snapchatting when we tryna handle Business. Gotta keep my distance. I can't let these fuck niggas know what I'm Thinking. My niggas on that lean drinking. When I got the machine, I'm limping. Waist deep in this bitch, but I ain't sinking. I never hoe, no, I don't go low. Don't ever get this trick twisted. Don't get it confused, these big lips ain't for Kissing no cooch. Boy, you are what you eat, and I guess That it's true. Look at these rat niggas. I swear they give me the boo. And if you ever told, I don't wanna hear Your excuse. I hope somebody split your wig into Two portions. I got the juice, I don't use sources. I walk through Jels, I need Jordans. In my cell, blowing L's, got the screws talking. Piss test in the morning, no warning. Had my tech 'cause the streets calling. Gotta stay in touch. Is that money going in? You ain't paying me for my drugs. Nigga, I don't want no payment in no blood. If you know, you know. Fuck it, Nigga, I'm back to these roads. And I'm back to these streets, nigga, I'm back In control. As for rap, I want the throne, Crown, and I want the robe. Uh, I can hold it down on my own. Hello told me I'm the hardest and I ain't Ever doubting my bro. That's on my soul. These niggas see me Come And coming, got 'em got on 'em on they They toes. toes. Uh, Uh, they they ain't ain't Fucking fucking with me. with me, Yeah. Yeah Look, let me tell you lot something, man. Niggas ain't fucking with me. You feel me? Strictly for the streets, we 'bout This. Fat Lama, restoring the order back where it Should be, man. Tiny Boost, realer niggas. You feel me? Huh.