Black Saturday

Been thinking a lot
Been drinking a lot
Smokin so heavy
I’m part of the sky
Life been a bitch
Shit is a glitch
I felt like I died
Sick to stomach
Heart full of ice
Can’t fuck wit no phonies
That shit out of line
My time on the line
Ain’t wasting a dime

Ain’t fucking wit nothing but Benji’s
Blade on my hip like I’m rinji
Life in my hands and pending
Slept on me now you offended
Lately been feeling moe distant
Lately been feeling too iffy
Pistol stay full ain’t no loafing
Posing I break yo composure
Closer, this shit ain’t hostes

Soul in the air, I won’t post shit
Snitching I cannot condone it
Astral projection I’m on it
Shots at yo head, now you zoning
Phone in you calling, yo homies
Sorry them niggas they know me

They don’t want none of this pressure
They don’t want none of this pressure
They don’t want none of this pressure
They don’t want none of this pressure
They don’t want none of this pressure

Let’s get to part where I show, dat we really different
Fuck all that bitching and talking
Walk up, it’s one in the chamber
Lil nigga
You living to dangerous
Treat yo ass like you was stranger
Finger been itching, might strangle
Tangle ya life, wit hollow
No shinigami
Just pistols
Holes in ya chest
They going miss you

It ain’t no case
Mask on my face

Dey calling me crazy, they asking bout bodies, like shady, you ain’t tote shotti, but trust me, I road wit the pistols, walk wit my bitch

Parinoid fucker
Niggas was moving to shady

Told them it’s fuck you or pay me

Kill

Can’t figure out how they going end me

Kill

Ain’t feeling them shots they sending

Kill

You not bout that shit, imma witness

Talking bout about they going slay
Notes on my door like they hate me
Trust when I catch you, no fade b
4 5 going to you to gravy

Bullets for low
Black Friday

Street sweep ya block for the low
Never going look for consignment
My niggas riding wit poles
Up off the left, chuck Norris boot in chest
Buck shot rip through ya vest, Teflon I turn that to streads

Now it’s a Sunday, you sleep in yo best
Sound getting crazy, they feeling the stress
How he keep changing, I thought he was dead
But bitch I’m the devil, I really been dead
Life been some shit, since my pops met his end
Now I’m on one, so don’t ask if I’m good
Just know I ain’t loafing
No not if I could
Don’t sleep on the regular
Night terrors real
So back to Reality
Just check of hit a mil

Give a fuck if I’m poppin
Just pay me, or come wit the drama