Carry It

You will get carried, momma get buried Them choppa Bullets, they gone come in a flurry Im never worried, or getting discouraged I know that my trap do flips in a hurry Im shooting p's, I do fade aways I feel like Jordan in 88, Cut to the rim, I want to make a play Get in my way, and you meet your day You will get carried, momma get buried Them choppa Bullets, they gone come in a flurry Im never worried, or getting discouraged I know that my trap do flips in a hurry Im shooting p's, I do fade aways I feel like Jordan in 88, Cut to the rim, I want to make a play Get in my way, and you meet your day I get so high I get heaven bent I treat the lean like my medicine Suppress all my pain I can't feel the shit Call up a thottie gone drill the bitch Give you my life this my syllabus I rap my life to the instruments The ghetto it took all my innocence I had to learn to move militant Being broke gave me some discipline I never do it again, big on the clock like I'm ben Scale it need every cent, lift up my trunk like a elephant Grab the choppa blow it, we leave a skeleton Never mind, take It can't leave no evidence She hide my pack at her residence Dress the bitch up Im gone make her feel elegant She gone commit all my felonies I aint got time for no jail How you gone trap with no bail These niggas get locked up and tell Anti social I stay quiet as hell Just me and the hammer, we looking for nails My dope it got bass like a 808, It blow the features right off your face Stack it up lawyer gone beat the case And if he don't then I take the race You will get carried, momma get buried Them choppa Bullets, they gone come in a flurry Im never worried, or getting discouraged I know that my trap, it do flips in a hurry Im shooting p's, I do fade aways I feel like Jordan in 88, Cut to the rim, I want to make a play Get in my way, and you meet your day You will get carried, momma get buried Them choppa Bullets, they gone come in a flurry Im never worried, or getting discouraged I know that my trap, it do flips in a hurry Im shooting p's, I do fade aways I feel like Jordan in 88, Cut to the rim, I want to make a play Get in my way, and you meet your day Gone meet your day But get out my way So focused on pay You will get buried, momma get carried Them choppa bullets, they come in a flurry I'm never worried, my trap do flips in a hurry I get that money, swear it feel like we married