Careers lyrics

[Intro]
Ghosty
Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky

[Chorus]
Deep down inside, I know you n*ggas is scared (Bah, Bah, Bah)
You n*ggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes (Grr)
I gave you n*ggas careers (Ohh)
You should be grateful for me (Bap, bap)
Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads (Rra, rra, rra)
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead (Skrt)
Deep down inside, I know you n*ggas is scared (Rra, rra, rra)
You n*ggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes
I gave you n*ggas careers (Skrrt, oh)
You should be grateful for me
Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads (Bah-bah-bah)
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead (Skrrt)

[Verse 1]
If it wasn't on 22Gz
n*gga, who would you diss? (Bap-bap-bap)
I don't even know you n*ggas
You don't even spin (You don't even spin)
Hop out with snipers and blickys
Got flockers and twirlers parked up where you live
n*ggas be sayin', "It's lit" (Folk)
But really that ain't what it is
Pop out, that's a stain on the blick (Stain on the blick)
I ain't heard your name in the mix (Your name in the mix)
These n*ggas be playin' the snitch? (Playin' the snitch)
Mentionin' stains they ain't did (Mentionin' stains they ain't did)
I ain't emptied his name on a clip (Name on a clip)
'Cause he tried to play with a blick (Play with a blick)
I'm puttin his name on cement (On cement)
Whatever, I'm sayin', I meant (Whatever, I'm sayin', I meant)
[Chorus]
Deep down inside, I know you n*ggas is scared
You n*ggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes
I gave you n*ggas careers
You should be grateful for me (Bap-bap-bap)
Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead
Deep down inside, I know you n*ggas is scared (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
You n*ggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes
I gave you n*ggas careers (Skrt)
You should be grateful for me
Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead (Skrt)

[Verse 2]
I know these n*ggas my fans
Copy my bop, my stance
Stealin' my drip, my swag
Might as well call me your dad
'Cause I done fathered your flow (pus*y)
Took it from me and we already know
n*ggas done copied my dance (My dance)
Added they moves and made it they own
n*ggas is duplicates (Duplicates)
But they ain't the real thing, they ain't shootin' sh*t
What's on your rap sheet? (Rap sheet)
Charges don't tell me that you really clap heat (Clap heat, clap heat)
Catch you in the back street (Back street)
Passenger side, sunroof or the back seat
You n*ggas ain't active
You don't make the movies, you n*ggas just actors (Gang, gang, gang)
[Chorus]
Deep down inside, I know you n*ggas is scared
You n*ggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes
I gave you n*ggas careers
You should be grateful for me
Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads (Rra, rra, rra)
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead (Skrt)
Deep down inside, I know you n*ggas is scared (Rra, rra, rra)
You n*ggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes
I gave you n*ggas careers (Skrt)
You should be grateful for me
Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads (Bap-bap-bap)
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead (Skrt)

[Outro]
Bap-bap-bap
Suck my di*k
Grr
Gang-gang-gang
Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky