INTRO Lyrics

Castro, is this your beat. Yeah.

All the glory and glamour ain't adding up.

All the locks on your door they ain't padded up.

All the bitches you got, they ain't bad enough.

I can see why these niggas be mad at us.

Got the stick, with the grip and the ladder up.

Gotta starter kit with your face tatted up.

If I hit 'em I bet that they tag him up.

Bet the ambulance clean him and bag him up.

See in your hood it be different.

Cause you get to keep the Pistal out.

And we gotta tuck it.

And you be saying shit like

I caught a body and call the cops

Cause you did it in public.

Gotta shoot till it's empty with nothing.

They say I'm an op cause I sleep with a Russian.

Gotta use me the mop cause I know how they coming.

I be damn If I even let one in.

Cause if I'm leaving, I'll be leaving with something.

Hit the road, got me sleeping in Budget.

I'm like Harriet Tubman I'm busting.

Ain't no turning back fuck a discussion.

Cause niggas snitching, they be going back bitching.

And telling niggas everything that we did.

Then start admitting how they played in the business.

And try to track us like they know where we slid.

To catch the witness at the preliminary,

It got them thinking that we went to Missouri.

He can never make it to see the jury.

Never got to hear the side of his story.

Na, and you know that it's about to get busy.

You that my niggas is with me.

My city is with me.

You know that they made me a legend.

So it's no way that you can ever forget me.

Ain't no way that I'm pushing the breaks.

If I'm pushing the pedal it's pushing the Wraith

If I'm pushing that medal, it's pushing your face.

If I buy her Stilettos we skipping the date.

Black and yellow cigarillo and Ace.

Bartender bring them out by the case.

And when I leave home I don't like to be traced.

But sometimes niggas gotta escape.

Ain't no way that I'm pushing the breaks.

If I'm pushing the pedal it's pushing the Wraith

If I'm pushing that medal, it's pushing your face.

If I buy her Stilettos we skipping the date.

Black and yellow cigarillo and Ace.

Bartender bring them out by the case.

And when I leave home I don't like to be traced.

But sometimes niggas gotta escape.