Seen It All

[Intro]
Snap Capone
Ain’t nuttin personal
Purge

[Verse]
I done seen it all
Niggas turned pussy up in prison
Niggas can’t ride and start snitchin’
I done seen it all
The streets turned a G into a victim
Tell my niggas locked that I miss em
I was in the streets runnin wild with my clique
In a dirty ringer tryna load up a clip
I started with shanks then I moved up to sticks
Started with Z’s and I moved up to bricks muh’fucker
Never was the shit now I’m the shit muh’fucker
Chicks never used to laugh now they call me Chris Tucker
It’s funny when the money came bitches changed
And now im in the M L switchin lanes
High end shit, can’t pronounce the name
Since I left school I’ve never been the same
I came here with nothin so how can I lose?
At the table with bosses just pour me some juice
I copped me the coupe the Mercedes is new
Nigga I’m the shit like horses manure
Pour juice for my niggas dead
I heard niggas puttin prices on my head
Headshot they want my t-shirt red
I only fear God and them fucking feds
The hoods getting hot niggas dropping bodies
And most niggas talkin greaze ain’t never dropped a body
South side shit niggas die quick
Skinny nigga hand on that 9 grip
Ridin’ out nigga got no license
Your boy dead nigga u ain’t ride shit
Hatin on me I’m the best that ever did it
Wiggin the nigga then wiggin the witness
Hop in the four door windows are tinted
Nigga I’m the best in the business, word
36 OZ nigga that’s a bird
I can get him touched nigga if I say my word
Devil on my shoulder , proud of my killings
Killin niggas part of my religion
I be in the villa in Venice
With some OG’s, I love Guinness
The 45's long, my apprentice
Snap Lord Sugar, nigga born sinner
Gun in my kameez akh meet me after Jummah
I ain’t with that woman cos that shit broke
Everything gravy, Bisto
Grab me the pistol
Give a nigga with four
With a lighty, bad b from Bristol
The numbers don’t lie check the score board
2 straps nigga that’s plural
Ever seen the beam on a 4’4?
Thug motivations snap Capone more loads
I’ll resurrect the dead when I beat the pound
You got cold hearted killers then send em round
I was broke all my life
Now it’s rich quid trips to Dubai
Flyin boy , flyin boy and bust nigga
Countin 50 bands up with gus nigga
Shout my nigga dex nigga
Headshot hit the deck nigga