LANSING FINEST

I ain't tryna go back to the L cause all I see is 12 I don't like no rats up in my city, all they do is tell Where I'm from we don't go viral, this the shit we really felt Like it's like a fantasy, this industry gon' get you killed Real recognize real, is you with us or you with them Up my Glock until it's cranium, now the blood spill Tryna take something from me, this chopper take you down a hell How you wanna beef with me but you ain't got no weapon skills I lost too many homies to the feds Everybody tryna get a hand out I ain't shakin' no hands, I still got ARs and FNs Sometimes I can't even trust myself, don't need no fuckin' friends Ridin with some killers that don't even go to school Every time I'm at your crib, you always hidin' in that room Causing too much drama, sippin' on this turtle juice We kickin' doors, snatching every hood we goin' to Loa street but you can't come around this side of town Ever since I start rappin', they wanna come around I still got gun for my protection, but I ain't no clown Suckers always wolfing on the net, but they can't be found I don't need no support, all I got is Quan Ain't no hat up in my raps, been doing this since I was nine .45 to his chest, now he slowly dying Like a roach, we got your last hit, this chopper get you firing Don't make me come up out that cut, sound like Micheal Myers Hit him up like John Wick, you got a body shot like Ryan I'ma talk that real shit, f*ck some punchlines Tryna move up out the air, but everybody keep on dying I'm from the palm of the glove, they ain't care about love We still got money and guns, we ain't care about drugs They say I'm young and reckless, I ain't care about none My granddad died four years ago, but I ain't giving up These hoes ain't care about love, they just wanna f*ck Don't tell them where you live, they tryna get you for a buck I'm asking God what is trust, I'm tryna suffer up BBE to the independent label, we ain't cutting up We ain't cutting up Yeah, we ain't cutting up (Big Band$ Entertainment) I remember back in time when I ain't had no friends I still don't need none By the way, your life could be gone just like Capri Sun Talk about you got you some money, that still don't mean none Slidin down on your block, this chopper make you freeze up I don't need nobody, they still gon' need us Every time I'm at his block, we made em use they feet, bruh If we ain't got nothing to do in life, it's time to re-up Even though I do this shit alone, but it's still free cuz Early in the morning, praying to myself I need help All my life I gotta make some sales, this ain't no retail Talk about you was a man in prison, but you still tell When you get out, I got my K, you gon' catch these shells I ain't tryna go back to the block, cause all I see is cops Every time they get the flicking, so we had to stash the Glock Middle fingers to the judge, they still got my cousin locked Niggas get to shopping body bags, this ain't no save-a-lot Ever since we got the constitution, we still keeping the Glocks And we keep it tucked out my side everyday, don't see nobody I got this Tupac, all eyez on me, cause I don't trust nobody Middle fingers to the world, so don't ask me for some money Everybody goofies, talk about they got some Glocks Stop, dummy, heard you got them lil' ass feet So you better get to running, this goddamn chopper get to dumping Now he's got them blood gushing from his brain Now he dead, you can't even run from it I'm popping pills to ease the pain away, cause I don't got nobody Man, I miss my dog Paco, he be barking everybody That's why I stay my ass up in his house Cause I don't go to parties I keep a pistol in my side, cause I don't even need no army, nigga I do this for myself, I'm my own father figure Ain't no sitting down, boy, I was taught to get it Got a bad bitch, she got a drake, she will chop at niggas Just like Master P, here they go, grab them things, let's get them That's why I got guns and my guns got kids And all I'm trying to do is whatever I did I had to tell the Lord to take away my sins Father God made them haters suffer for they kin Don't think that I ain't go drop, I know I'm back again I'm Al Capone in your city, I got gas again Ain't no - in my city, we got rats again Beef with me, choppa take you down like Pakistan Take care of your children, take care of your mama Take care of your sisters, take care of your brothers Take care of your gun, and take care of your money Where I'm from is fall, we ain't care about summer It was Quan and reckless, but I'm Quan and ruthless All I do is win, I ain't care about losing Every time I see it's hate, that's why I keep it uzi Everybody wake the f*ck up, stop all that snooze (Big Band$ Entertainment)