Violation E

Every day a nigga wake up to the same Shit, gang shit. Homies robbing niggas for they chains quick. Out of towners think this shit is bull but Watch the game flip. We not letting half these Rap niggas past the gates in. Circle small caved in, only fuck with made men. You know who they are nigga, I don't have To name them. Step up out the house, Gang strikes up on the pavement. Pull up to the store and grab a Faygo For my drink bitch. Enemy go gas stations, Always let my hoe come. 'Cause usually I'm flamed up, I'm sagging in some Red chucks. Little homies in the back seat like They will bust. Trust no bitch and rarely no Nigga. It be the ones closest to you homie, Go figure. In my lifetime I seen it all Like old Jigga. Niggas serving smokers out they Tilton house Slippers. Pitching hard balls by the O's, Cal Ripken. Yo, throw on a new piece for three-peat. My life is Black Sabbath rolling up the sweet Leaf. Yeah, we smoking nigga. It's been like three weeks And I only made like three beats. Damn, I had to reheat the sweet tea. Right up on the stove top, right next to The re-re. Grab the extra ammunition, Load the street sweep. And I pee-pee on these weak links. We cannot build, we cannot link. I'm staying warm out in Iceland with a hot Mink. Take a dip in the hot spring. And we playing Björk, I got a stack on My fork. Roll through the storm with the vibes That I'm on. Got a high from the song, It's that audio dope. I got road for the low, got a trunk Full of snow. You gon' need an extra nose To sniff all this coke. All I know is do my thing and represent For my folks. They always be in competition but That's something they don't want. Bitch better come back with five hundred or more. Or I'ma bring her back in front of the Store, collect my money. Drop my top then I lit up the gas When it's sunny. Wolf pack lurking around the hood, Stash the onions. Everywhere I go, my first question, "Where the money?" Lighting Backwoods and smoke them bitches on my Lonely. I'm not trying to make friends, I'm trying to make ends. A little Henny on the rocks is where the Story begins. This shit history in the making, pleasure leads to My steel. Number one rule in the streets is Either kill or be killed, yeah.