Murda Flo

[Intro]:
- Blood, it's hard, how the fuck, that's why I discover, how do other mothafuckas get their retirement papers, Blood? You know I'm sayin'?
- You get off like that, huh, how you get off?
- Basically, I don't fuck, where do we come-the checks just come in, Blood? Ay, what, ay, what tryna turn into a, kick back OG gangsta from all this shit, Mad Lanin', man, I'm havin', Blood, I mean on Lanes, nigga

[Verse]:
I know these mothafuckas like "damn, this nigga spittin'"
I guess I'm feelin' like that nigga Nas, this shit was written
When it come to this rap shit, I'mma reiterate
It's all day, with the K, the magazine'll spray
I paint the vivid pictures, but find this shit and getcha
Fucked off, carried off, by bitch niggas
Do I trust somethin'? I don't trust nothin'
If the shit lookin' brazy then my gun is bustin'
My flow is sick, I got stupid bars
These bitches ridin' on my dick like they in random cars
I'm quick to woop in on it, then I'm bookin' on it
I ain't the nigga that be trippin', I'll be sippin' on it
I'm a gangsta and a gentleman, in the red Pendletons
Was the last that they saw, when I hit them in
I'm burnin' rubber on the bike, smoke from the tires
Politicians I don't fuck with, and they some lies
So many of the babies Crips, but hey, who am I?
Just another black nigga that they want to die
The ghetto's gettin' cold, you better dress warm
I ain't actin' like no bitch, for me that's out the norm
I gotta have some faith, that go with every ways
My enemies I swear they see some other days
I'm from CMG, so don't fuck with me
I got some niggas that will ride with me, on the B
But I'm a Red Rida, so I can hold my own
Mafia known, Mafia shown 'til the nigga gone
A storm? in the mornin', they don't bee me creepin'
This shit I got up out the window, everybody sleepin'
Yeah, rise and shine, military time
This not a drill, this shit is real, I'm bustin' twin nines
It's a thin line, you bet not never cross it
You ain't no boss these niggas off, I'm 'bout to kill 'em off it
I'm a Damu, that's Blood language in Swahili
Asalamu with the strap, I'm always standin' busy
I ain't buyin' what you sellin', you's a counterfeit
This punk bitch think she snitch, she been around a bit
I'm sorry, baby, but I'm not a rookie
Slide the bread and you can play wit' yo' own pussy
I'm on that bity shit, I slide like this
I don't know about you but I get mines like this
One to my nigga Braze, the Figueroa Rida
Most likely taken, the trigga built a fire
My mama always told me "son, don't tempt your life"
No matter if the situation, is wrong or right
I know she love me, she be worryin' so she always prayin'
Every night I'm shoutin' off from the God's plan
This lifestyle that I live, I don't recommend it
Ain't no gettin' yo' ass out, once yo' ass is in it