Contracts

Wake the hell up you got explaining to do We know you got a secret that's restraining in you You don't wanna talk and we just ain't in the mood That's why behind you there are five barrels aiming at you, aiming at you Look signed a line under blood oath They spit game but it's cutthroat Dumb nigga who was dumb broke Dumbfounded allowed dumb hope Don't hold me to it but he don't know What he don't know ain't gon hurt the kid The gang got members worse than him We already made a shirt for him Name taped on his chest so he don't forget he's working with the World's finest Law abiding Pig facing Hog tying With patience comes a skull prying Detonation trying to deny a resignation Ain't no retiring It's like a gift and a curse Niggas with a purpose left their gifts in the dirt So they can focus on they work When they ain't doing no work In a race to be the best when they ain't finish in first Kept my presence in my chest cause I know what I'm worth My aura doused in stress I know this place is the worst That's why I was holding my breath So I could work on my words Don't bother me please Don't bother me My car holding my car keys The streets already robbed me of the dreams I sought out for me Don't bother me The only fear I hold Is the notes that I wrote Fall in the hands of a soul That's going to expose you