Nigga Cycle

Niggas die where I'm from Doing a bunch of nonsense With hand guns Rat N tellin just for fun Kicking doors in Hit up Craig Check a different list I know its a nigga sailing a clip I gotta put my hands on it Feel em itchin For a steel feel So a nigga can't steal from me again Hate to put shots where ya ass be Told y'all Top head Screw loosen Got no choice but to put the tools to work then If you can't keep the weed at your house and call yourself a plug Stick to the school route Yo momma don't even know What you be doing once you leave the house Aint no respect in it Respect can't even be given Stand on yo dick and stop pretending Hanging with my real friend Ben We jamming on the couch Smoke green weed that turn our face blue Icee Ben turned my neck blue too Frosty Where's my red wig at Wendy Pushing Big P Willams Check the shoe cam Put my Crocs in sports mode Just to do you in If the cops pull up I'm already in the mode to go Same way I feel bout having my dreams in my hands I can't let go Cracker say the same When you can't go home Stuck sending shots from a cell Ion see how you can be a hitter Sitting in jail You can't handle Thoughts of ya ass getN felt Then you beg for help That end up getting you on paperwork Only file our people read right So ofc Niggas die Shit niggas die where I'm from