Built aggression only brief accession
I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
But overall I will survive nigga
Fuck it throw a fifth of Henny in my casket
Got the game tied up we the nasties team
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating
Niggas yelling keep repping
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
Visualize the realism
Quiet money youngest lieutenant
So's reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Yo, at fourteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifteen my brother told me get them digits
Jails are waiting smell probation, serve time got us telemaking
Where I been that's the key question?
Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
I mean, I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up
We touch we lay in the streets it's a must we play
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
Jump out the drop top
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
The legacy is eye for an eye
The cash the cream from the cradle to the casket green
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
The legacy is eye for an eye
That's where my son's at
Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block out
Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave you naked
We blow your face out, pay the judge to throw the case out
Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out
The legacy is eye for an eye
I just went to high school with the clip full
So believe he's resting, leave the message
I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team
Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
No ass betting if you show it you betta blast it
(Nothing)
Bedstuy nigga you know it's on
But overall I will survive nigga
Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
Rum got me hazy chasing this cream
I speak in lesson if you seeking reference
Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
Where my shorties flip them ones at
You speak of war but you don't want that
Like we saving, we in hell with satan
But overall I will survive nigga
This another one street stressing
I'm 'bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
I'm in the trinches that's where y'all niggas scared to come at
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Never leave ya weapon
Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed
I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
See me if you need connections we insessing
I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out
I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
Keep pressing, he's guessing
The legacy is eye for an eye
The M A S A, you run your mouth we smack the tast out
Where all the guns at
I leave you lace up, you paralyzed from the waste up
I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
Catch you why you copping at that weed spot
Yeah world it's been a minute, I'm in it
Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
Math class on the corner yeah I past it
From light to day it's only right that we cock and spray
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
Gotta flow so strong, you could put it in a bomb
First nigga act get a clip full
That's probation got us extra hating
Check the game and the cats that play in it
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out
This rap shit got us celebrating
We flash we steam if it's on then we mash your beam
Mama raised me but the streets made me
We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete
We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
I told you a what the game need is a change of speed
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
I'm a dangerous speed
And I'm gone make the block work
No explanation for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations
Get it right, huh
Die right now take twenty from you bastards
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
