Gorilla Talk E

Was down broke, thought it was over, life of Chasing dreams. When I was doing bad, I looked Back like, "Who there for me?" Missed them late Nights at the park, was like a movie scene. I ain't looking back, I'm tryna buy my first Property. Biggetty in the hills with a bad bitch And she topping me. Came a long way, we To the top, it ain't no stopping me. Pa said, told you be patient, want the better Things." Shit getting real, thanking God for my Unexpected dreams. If you was in my shoes, you'd See why all my niggas proud of me. I just wanna be rich and big foreigns on My property. I just wanna be rich and big Choppas on the side of me. Touch the floor And turn around, look how we busting down. We the trophies in our set, nigga, we is Not them clowns. Everywhere I take a piss stop, They want pictures now. Hoes want me to perform At his show, better be racks on the floor. I'm tryna bust a big body Bentley with no Back doors. Niggas can't compete with the gang, We up, we score. You can't even go and Check the stats, we flooded the board. Yeah, that boy got flipped on his back, he Ain't mention no more. I loved her with another Opp thot, go and flip him some more. We gon' spin again and spin again, fuck it, Burn me some more. Stop hanging out with them Niggas that you can't trust. Child of the trenches, when I pull up, they Like, "Jay's up" Jay's up. Ain't no running from this gunfire, I'ma chase you Down. Five-six-two hollow tip, it'll knock you down. On the freeway, swerving lanes, I ain't hear no Sound. LA County Jail probation hold, I couldn't Make no bail. Racks on Escaletti with a back, She from out of town. She got bitches, I Got bitches too, she don't make a sound. I was in the county eating spreads, I went Round for round. Baby Stone with a mop stick, I'ma walk him down. Givenchy shoes bussing, but the Sweater Moncler. Tell that nigga come and send some Shots if you dare. All these niggas telling on they homies, I swear. Play me like a ho, hell nah, bitch, wear. Dripping on these bitches, drip, drip, Ric Flair. No, that ain't my baby, bitch, I never went And bare. Slapping on your ass while I'm pulling On your hair. Scratching on my back, got your Feet up in the air. Cookies with the blend, Put that shit up in the air. She say she want a baby, Stone, her ex Nigga a square. But I don't even care about It, bitches be for everybody. Go up to the land, turn that nigga to A dead body. Fifteen shots, I know one hit Him in the head probably. We can go and Slide, but I know you yeety niggas scared probably. Baby Stone gorillas tag team up, yeah, we spot Him, got him. My brother went to court for That shit, but I don't know who shot him.