Silence (feat. Chapo)

Are you okay R Drop? ... This Chapo on the beat From the trenches Real muddy It get ugly Ah I'm a young nigga trapping, I chase the bag when I ain't rapping Trying to get on top the game all by myself, no I ain't capping Niggas trying to bring me down, but I can't give them satisfaction Better quit all of that tough talk or I'm gon send my boys to whack him You think my money illegal just because I grew up in the south Was raised around hustlers and they taught me how to stack these large amounts I'm quiet with my bread when all of these rappers really loud Ain't want to f*ck with me back then, but now they want to come around Be out the way and by my lonely, smoking OG by the pound I got exotic in my lungs so my head be in the clouds If you play like you a hero, I come down and you find out What I be rapping in my songs I'm really about So come correct just like my brother Jay or get put on a shirt Do this for fashion sell out different pieces like we selling merch From the trenches where the only time we rest is in the church (In the church) If it's one lesson to be learned from this, don't play hard if you not I know some people who learned this lesson, they ended up shot They was good at acting just like Will Smith or the Rock ( or the Rock) Im just saying if you come from wealth that I understand Don't come inside the trenches fronting nigga, we ain't playing We ain't playing No we ain't playing We ain't playing no games Nobody playing Yea nigga who you gang with Yea man tell me what your name He don't even know ... Quiet Oh yea they say they move in silence Changing all moves I move these pieces like a side bitch Coming out the fire I was putting out the flame (shh) Calling out my doctor Always fucking up my brain Drop top Yea she in it Think she really doing it Caught ya Oh it's on the camera Kim Kardashian shi Smile for picture Yea I know She'll do it Puttin' ass out She already did it (crazy) What is happening (don't know) When you think your hope is blue Everything is lost You don't know who in your city new All these demons chasing Coming after you All this bread we stacking She be smurking in the coupe (hahaha) Know a Nigga playing games He got shot in the chest Fountain for a mouth Always runnin' for some help Momma was a pilot She won't saving on herself (never) Baby boy was taking actions He won't getting the Real Now I finish everything These niggas said they getting me I'll walk him down With hands on bleed Get a check Wont stop till T All my Niggas creep All my niggas in the shadows lurk Don't know come first I Pick a bubble Pop him in his nerve Put a Glock up to his face And do a switcharow (switcharow) I be watching all these murders So my blood sense cool You keep talking out ya neck Keep on the net Brothers really soldiers I could put ya on the next list