watchwhoukallyourhomie - Knxwledge

30 mag the same color as Bernie Mac

For 30 clams I let 'em squeeze then burn your bag

I pull it back then let it scream it go RRAAAT

Then search your bag, you take a breath and then collapse

And it’s a wrap, put your face in the dirt

The whole town’ll walk around with your face on a shirt

Pussy, and ain’t shit pos but death 'cause these youngins ride for the ride and

niggas die for respect

Somebody sign me a check 'cause I’m way too nice

I don’t write it I just recite it, you and I connect

I done won and lost fights, hustled all night

Posted on the corner, serving smokers hard white

Niggas alright, but they ain’t real enough

My niggas is all nice, that’s why niggas feelin' us

Lord, please have mercy on me

Niggas wanna see me laying in that grave, undertaker throwing dirt up on me

Just like the rap, shit ain’t working for me

But now my name pop, hatin' ass niggas putting curses on me

Praying I die, I pray to the sky

On my knees, thing on my side, while I pray to my God

Whole squad on tape bro

Spending all they days cold

In that jail cell stressin' why I’m on the same road

Everyday the same clothes, that’s why I make the product flip

But I don’t really trust a nigga, I done did a lot of shit

But now I’m sick and tired of it

Livin' like I’m livin' on this dough route

I’d rather go out, just like my father did

So I tell niggas suck my dick

'cause you do me the same way that Al Pote did Mitch

So size ya Tony, most niggas is phonies

So keep your eyes wide and watch who you call yo homies