Mr Rogers

[Chorus]
You already know it's mr rogers, rogers bitch
You already know it's mr rogers, bitch, straight out east rogers bitch
I see you niggas with that talking shit, don't make me chalk some shit
Make me pull up on your block and have my shooters box some shit
They wonder why we in the news? coz my niggas body shit
You already know it's mr rogers, bitch, straight out east rogers bitch
You already know it's mr rogers, bitch, i run east rogers bitch
You already know it's mr rogers, bitch, we got them bodies, bitch
You already know it's mr rogers, bitch, rogers bitch

[Verse 1]
And i run this fucking neighbourhood with an iron fist
I got niggas that'll hawk you, wack you on that iron fist (Boom boom!)
If i shoot you in your head - bet i see your thoughts and shit
I be coolin with them killers and they be my best of friends (Gang gang!)
All my youngers with the shits and all they care about is revenge
They might pull up on the [?] drill you in (Drill you in!)
I be flexin, well finessin, ask your bitch i get it in
Yeh i bond her with no problem then i pass her to my man
Changing topic in my hood - oh my goodness II'm the man
Foreign riding, blowing kushy while i focus on my bands
Gotta know we run the pole - shout out pappy, that's my man (Squad!)
We the hottest on the pole and i can merch that on the clan

[Verse 2]
Bitch i'm riding around on that north side - with the tool cocked coz it's war time
Them opp niggas they be talking shit til they momma's crying in that morgue line
Facebook that's same day, with LOLs and smiley face
Just stay your ass in that child's place, so we cut his ass like child's play
Gang shit, squad shit, hell nah, no mob shit
We drunk as fuck and we starting shit
Get d-mac before he rob shit
God damn bro stop starting shit, we got guns all in this car, shit
30 poppers with red beams, that'll hit your ass with that hot shit
I'm from the hottest strip - that's farewell and Ashland , where i hang At, and slang crack
Posted up where my gang at - never hang where those lames at
Always bang where them saints at
Niggas talk till their brain splat - brap brap brap brap brap brap brap!

CHORUS
It's mr rogers, bitch, straight out east rogers bitch
You already know it's mr rogers, bitch, i run east rogers bitch
You already know it's mr rogers, bitch, rogers bitch
You already know it's mr rogers, bitch, rogers bitch

*GANG*

Already know how we rockin

Gang