Evolution

Just turned twenty one I'm back in the stu Told bishop to bring All the bottles out I ride with my dogs I stay with the crew You know they call me And I'm riding out 2T took a trip to Miami Just me and the bros We stayed on the strip OT making moves Till we make us a hit I done made me some bread Just playing the crib Past few months I aint have no time I stayed in the crib Writing rhymes Since a young nigga I been on my grind Put bro on a chain Just watch how he shine So many niggas done switched up I cannot f*ck with them people Riding with killas and choppas We run through the city Like shit aint illegal In all black like the reaper Call JP he'll creep ya F*ck all the rats F*ck all the snakes I cut the grass I could see ya I cut the grass I could see ya Me and my niggas Just race to the top 2015 we was playing the block 10 in the morning Infront of the ock We out taking risks This shit everyday When I wake in the morning I pray Been working to hard For a nigga to play Run up the digits And stay out the way In my zone I could go all day the envy And the hate just keep on floating In My way I told em Ima make it they just laughed in my face But now it's getting scary I'm evolving to the game I'm evolving to the game I'm evolving to the game