50 Rounds

Soon I'll be in the hills smokin' big blunts

how the fuck I caught up and only been rappin' six months

Boy don't play, I swear to God you get your shit bust They hopin' that we lose, they crossin' they nuts against us

I'm from the nam', you say you gangsta, gotta convince us The crackers pull us over and say we lookin' suspicious

I never loaf and I damn sure never slip up Them youngins over here'll rob your church and your bishop

Half of these niggas perked, ain't never put in work Same day I got robbed, I was searchin' to put them in the dirt

She eat me like dessert, when I be off the perk I'm the same nigga that's showed her, she aint know that she can squirt

I need my money first, before I do the verse Bruh nem need to start makin' merch, he puttin' shit on shirts

It don't make compensation, what's the point of conversation? Boy don't get your dumb ass bust, all it take is confirmation

I'm outta town, thuggin' with 50 rounds Don't get caught out of bounds so we gon' put you on the ground

This ain't a game but your dog, yeah he got downs Do him like a balloon and send his ass to the clouds