Death Camp

[Intro]
This a $crim beat

[Verse 1]
Got some home boys died from the drugs, showing no love his family couldn't give a fuck
He from the city where they don't believe in dreams, hallways street corner it's a field of fiends
These boys snorting pills get they head right, shoot that heroin sittin' at that red light
They catchin' cases doing home invasions, just to get they bond now they fuckin' prayin'
These boys is makin' millions off of drug deals, treat them boys like gods just to get a pill
Servin' in the streets, servin' at the schools, swimmin' in that drank but we ain't talkin' swimming pools
Now do the math just from sellin' crack, mattress full of money never paid no tax
Go get some tats another forty bags, these dudes is drug dealers and they givin' all the grass
It's that death camp welcome to New Orleans, ten years old on the door step pistol holdin'
It don't get no realer these boys is killers, no witnesses or snitches throw 'em in a river

[Hook]
It's that death camp, welcome to New Orleans
Ten years old on the door steps pistol holdin'
It's that death camp, welcome to New Orleans
Ten years old on the door steps pistol holdin'
It's that death camp, welcome to New Orleans
Ten years old on the door steps pistol holdin'
It's that death camp, welcome to New Orleans
Ten years old on the door steps pistol holdin'

[Verse 2]
Got a jar of that green laced with promethazine, it take me and my cuz just to count all this cheese
You want that drama boy come and get it hoe, bullets hit the air, bodies hit the floor
He claim he a Blood, he claim he a thug, he claim that he rap that he be turnin' up
Well tell me this [?] who your big homie, how much work you put in, what's that you claimin' brody?
That's right you fake as fuck can't even answer up, you and your homies can get it - I love the taste of blood
Body full of drugs, family full of thugs, make you bite the curb, you stupid fuck
Whether the streets or the beats you know I'm finna go bad, just for a bitch to suck my dick that hoe gotta be bad
Whether the weed or the pills got a few of the bags, you want that beef with me we can go out back
I wake up take a knee say 'lord forgive me for all', but it is what it is and my family won't starve
They say my ego too big feel like the new Al Capone, Scarface or Sosa, my alter egos go on
Feeling like Rozay, God forgives and I don't, bitch I'm ready for war come and get what you want
Feeling like Rozay, God forgives and I don't, bitch I'm ready for war come and get what you want, aah

[Hook]
It's that death camp, welcome to New Orleans
Ten years old on the door steps pistol holdin'
It's that death camp, welcome to New Orleans
Ten years old on the door steps pistol holdin'
It's that death camp, welcome to New Orleans
Ten years old on the door steps pistol holdin'
It's that death camp, welcome to New Orleans
Ten years old on the door steps pistol holdin'