Mobile Alabama Violent

[Intro]
(Damn, Take, you 'bout to take off)
Brazy, Brazy
Like Mobile, Alabama violent
Motherfuckin' violent (Mobile, Alabama violent)
Home of murder and Mardi Gras (Murder and Mardi Gras, bitch-ass nigga)

[Verse]
Mobile, Alabama violent
Seem like McDonald only thing smilin'
Seem like the trap the only thing hirin'
Seem like them straps the only thing firin'
Keep a handgun, shot him somethin'
Heard it's a nigga tellin' 'bout it, 'bout it
I was gettin' phone calls from my partner
Said my lil' brother took a nigga chopper
You got the robbers tryna rob robbers
You got the whole city tryna finesse
You get your nose wiped tryna flex
All a nigga ever wanted was a check
Drop somethin', giraffe, step on they neck
No regrets, in his grill like some Crest
Hardbody, like I don't understand what you said
Boom, go talk to God 'bout it
Fuck 'bout your dead partner
Yah, yah, that's why he dead and gone
He was a roach anyway
I mean in the way, that's why he got stepped on
I'm smokin' louder broccoli
I'm lightin' every time 'nother rat die
I just get high about it
I'm like why would I cry about it? Yeah
I'd rather re-up
But I'd rather ski up
I'm tryna snatch the plug out the socket
I never ran, I'd rather get beat up
I'd rather get beat up, that's how I'm rockin'
Roll me a tree up
Thinkin' 'bout all my niggas who left me like James Harden
Tryna take the faith out a nigga for real
Shit brought the ape out a nigga for real
Wendy, she walk
No, she didn't give up her seat, she remind me of Rosa Parks
My nigga, he fold
He broke the code
I swear to God that shit broke my heart
Lord, not my boy, Lord, don't 'posed to think on it
So look, I ain't finna think on it
Drop a bag on his ass, get the jakes off him
Quarter mil' online, that's the bank talkin'
Hello? J. Prince, man, the bank on you
Let 'em know you's official like a ref with a whistle
Up the glizzle, he ain't even gotta think on it
Get a nigga knocked off, then drink on it
I hopped on the track, just blank on it
They be like, "Bruh, every track
You screamin' black, black, black, black"
You know I just like to bang on it
And my city ain't safe, they'll bang on you
All black semiautomatic got stains on it
Trackhawk lifted, you can tell that it's a cane on it
EA in they feelings, so I ran into my game on 'em
Fuck the strip club, I ain't tryna make it rain on 'em
Married to the kitchen, to the stove, put a ring on it
I'ma buy that house on the corner, tat my name on it
He was down bad, fucked up, can't blame
Never 'posed to go against the grain
Feds slang the K like that bitch got swang, huh?
When two hit
Put that iron on your ass like school pants
I want blue money, R.I.P. Boo Man
All this blue money bringin' me new friends
But my old friends tellin' me fuck 'em
They gon' come back and hurt you a true sayin'
Soon as your ass try and trust 'em

[Outro]
Soon as your ass thought they love you
Boom, Brazy
Mobile, Alabama violent (Violent, Brazy)
Brazy
Mobile, Alabama violent