My Team (feat. Bokes Man)

Blood, I'm in the studio, you know You're gonna have to come off my phone You rah, just mash me up Off my lyric, fam Nah, nah, holla me back after Bout hour or something All my team, heavy hitters Don't push us, turn us to killers We hungry, starving for dinners Real life, shit is in us Grinding all through the seasons To feed our family You slipping all the time, your own fault Don't be mad at all my team Heavy hitters Don't push us, turn us to killers We hungry, starving for dinners Real life, shit is in us Grinding all through the seasons To feed our family You slipping all the time, your own fault Don't be mad at we Grinding all through the seasons To feed my family Don't be angry, vex my nigga Don't be mad at we Push man to the limit Make man after, cause a casualty Touch one of ours, then we angry Coming back at he Frenemy, watch who you keep close It's best you keep the heat close Cause fire a fi burn Sometime, pon dem people You know how it go Blood for blood, it's how the streets roll N2P, nothing to prove Yeah, that's a Team Ride for one another dog You know it's family tree Branching out for all these greens And all these ps Cuzzy said it's time to get em So we have to make you bleed Have to make you see the perspective On how we be From growing young Certain things made us really who we be Certain movements make you really see a man for who he be So If you ain't true to me, remove yourself Ain't new to Tr3 All my team, heavy hitters Don't push us, turn us to killers We hungry, starving for dinners Real life, shit is in us Grinding all through the seasons To feed our family You slipping all the time, your own fault Don't be mad at we All my team, heavy hitters Don't push us, turn us to killers We hungry, starving for dinners Real life, shit is in us Grinding all through the seasons To feed our family You slipping all the time, your own fault Don't be mad at we Way down in the jungle Past the trees by the river The name so cold like the breeze Make you shiver say his name two times And he's sure to deliver Bokesman, Bokesman Hop out lynch u niggas like the Klu Klux Klan Went missing for a minute, now I'm back I'm the man I did it for the people Now I do it for the fam Bokes n Mtr3, them usual suspects It's cradle to the grave ain't gta ask who's up next These niggas r vex Happy New Years I still send them a text That we still got techs That we still got vests All the talk is speculation These niggas is hoes I'm about to take them shopping Get the bitches some clothes Some dresses These niggas is messes Even if I fall back They still couldn't test this This beef is relentless I'm still restless All my team, heavy hitters Don't push us, turn us to killers We hungry, starving for dinners Real life, shit is in us Grinding all through the seasons To feed our family You slipping all the time, your own fault Don't be mad at we All my team, heavy hitters Don't push us, turn us to killers We hungry, starving for dinners Real life, shit is in us Grinding all through the seasons To feed our family You slipping all the time, your own fault Don't be mad at we