Wolff St.

[Intro: King Harris]
Uh, small shit to a giant
I hope the lord fogive me for my defiants
I'm hot enough but ain't shit to do with declining
[?] where I'm from it's niggas deciding
Should I stop at this mountain or should I climb it?
All this money to get and they stressing over compliance
I get my family out this hellhole
Opposite and diminish sure to wind up in jail clothes

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[Verse 1: King Harris]
Got me Mr Officer but ain't shit in my cuppy-cup (nah)
To show off this Hennessy and this tree I've been puffing up
It's supposed to be kill (kill), It's supposed to be killed (kill)
It's kill or be killed nigga for real
Pull up on Wolff Street, promise still on that Elco
He made it a big deal, but I made it a lil' mo'
Paid it no mind, she stressing me not to sell dope
I probably shouldn't but who the hell wanna sell clothes
You promised your daddy we'd do this shit as a family
So you gon have to knock it off before them niggas get at you
Bodies all on the Babalu, grandma heard it was prolly you or your nigga Jay
I pray to God the bullets didn't ricochet
They left my nigga for dead, bullets under his chest
No co-operation with po that had ya momma upset
Keep it real between me and you that ain't some shit I regret
Though your family disagree some shit you gotta accept
Hold up, I'm meant to say some shit you gotta respect
But if I ever see them niggas [?]
Unless somebody hear the silence like it's prolly a mess
I guess he finally got em, now Jay can finally rest
Tell these niggas I'm in the trenches, so I can give a fuck bout these raggedy ass bitches
I'm outchea getting paper like wait up these niggas tripping
He up to something fishy got you and you doing dishes
But ain't no food for thought only lobster put over pasta, LaMaritas persona
Stella Rosa for me she think I ain't got over D
Arguments over that she like why your ain't got over that
Told her you think it's silly these niggas is tryna kill me dead