Promise Land Lyrics

L.C

Ayy, Jones, cut the beat up

Hanging with them steppers and that iron I put it on him

Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy

Now I put it on, yo

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Hanging with them steppers and that iron I put it on him

Smoke a pound to clear my mind, my killers run up on him

Told my dog to hit my line, I'm trying to smoke a pound

Mission incomplete, we let off shots, we spun around

Moving like a boss, fuck these niggas, gotta guard myself

Never wanted it, but a nigga needed some help

I tried to give that girl the world, and she still up and left

Lost connection with the streets, okay, I'm cool by myself

Take me to the promised land, burn him like he got a tan

Pull up seen y'all niggas ran

them my brothers, I don't gotta friend, momma say, yeah, she raised a man

Can't trust these niggas and they bitches, they might get me jammed

Hanging with them steppers and that iron I put it on him

Smoke a pound to clear my mind, my killers run up on him

Told my dog to hit my line, I'm trying to smoke a pound

Mission incomplete, we let off shots, we spun around

Speeding and reading my phone about now

Leaving and needing a gun about now

Chiefing and keefing these drugs about now

Winning and spending a hundred about now

They said, talk your shit, well, I'm about to pop my shit

Diamonds flawless yeah I spent that much on my wrist

She know what she doing, how she blow, she make a wish

You my bitch forever, but please don't take offense

Christian Dior on that leather, feel like pop smoke

Let a nigga try me, I'ma let my Glock blow

Hustle Motivate , I know I just can't die broke

Shoot behind my brothers, cause he can not go

We busting shots at the opposition head and we ain't leaving till he dead

We ain't leaving till it's red

He won't smoke, yeah, I heard what he said

We gon' kill a nigga over all that bread

I remember days running from the feds

I remember them days

It was so many cold days

Lord forgive me for them wrong ways

Thugging nigga, walking through the rain

Hanging with them steppers and that iron I put it on him

Smoke a pound to clear my mind my killers run up on him

Told my dog to hit line, I'm trying to smoke a pound

Mission incomplete, we let off shots, we spun around