JESUS PIECE

Sometimes I be wanting to say, "Fuck the world!"
I don't give a fuck!
I'll shoot it out with all you bitches
Bitches don't love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Everywhere you go, bitches throwing rocks, nigga
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini

Got a jesus piece dripping from ice
Made some mistakes wasn't worth the price
Feds almost locked a nigga up for life
Was looting shooting wildn out every night
Throwing hands throwin bands under city lights
Thugging Druggin muggin yea you know i wasn't living right
Til i met jay and took his advice
Now we dropping classics and living nice
Feels like magic // finally found balance
Living off of of my talent // never knew that i had it
Use to be so erratic had my locks padded
Sweat all over my patek Wildin like a addict
Duckin feds hiding coke in the mattress
Kill em on sight shoot to kill we never practice
Make his body disappear like a hat trick
The way yo girl on me feel like a magnet

Posted on the block mothafuck a op
Posted with two Glocks on my 2pac
Fuck a milly rock make em harlem shake
Since i was 14 i been moving weight
Feds getting close has to relocate
Switch whips then switch states
Even the license plate
Now we stacking bread i got hella cake
Some say it's meant to be I just call it fate

Getting older all this weight on my shoulder
Its colder when theres no one to hold ya
No shoulders to cry on let bygones be bygones
Why you gotta die just to become an icon
We buy guns and more guns to purchase protection
Then hit up the strip club so we can purchase affection
My girl put on make up so she can hide her reflection
All my is niggas two faced tryna mask imperfection
Or hide theyre deception
Pick yo poison what is your obsession
Booze bitches or blunts
Or did i fail to mention
Sex money or drugs
When you falling in love
All of the above
One or two of the sum
For me it's the second
That's the same number of my favorite amendment
Never leave without a strap or a Wesson
I'm too wicked for resting
Counting bullets like blessings
MothaFuck a confession
Its doms

Posted on the block mothafuck a op
Posted with two Glocks on my 2pac
Fuck a milly rock make em harlem shake
Since i was 14 i been moving weight
Feds getting close has to relocate
Switch whips then switch states
Even the license plate
Now we stacking bread i got hella cake
Some say it's meant to be I just call it fate

Getting tired
Fuck it might just retire
Feel like im walking on live wire
And that's just my day to day
Smoking to numb the pain
While Use it novocaine
Im lost in this hurricane
Still
You Know Ill Scrap for scraps
And ill Bite for bits and piece
In the land where they kill you for diamonds
And jesus pieces
Imma stand my ground for my niggas and all my nieces
Imma speak my piece and release before i leave this
Rip trayvon
Free my nigga jesus
Lost my nigga dayvon over some fucking speakers
Pigs wildin and these niggas is off they leashes
This shits feel like a zoo bro im hollow from all these leeches

Just lemme talk my shit
Just lemme smoke my blunt
Lemme make my hits