SnipeJFK @snipejfk -Block sh*t lyrics

Alot of my n*ggas is gone
Ain't know how to feel the bout the silence
The impact my n*ggas done left on us
The sh*t get so deep in the street we forget who to trust
And protecting us
The cops stay harassing
Can't help if my n*ggas break out
And come home and start blassin em'
Got no education
But bet you i make it
Like f*ck it, triple your salary
It's just how i was raised, ima hustler, a bast*rd
I know you n*ggas is mad at me
But come off the bench and you lacking some strength
Little n*gga really think you could ride with me
I side with my pride, cause being humble just to survive
It won't be the last of me
If i was caught lacking, and you had the ratchet
Is you willing to kill them and die for me
sh*t i eat regardless, so f*ck all that hard sh*t
If i ain't apart of it
I did so much dirt for n*ggas, put in work for n*ggas
Never got no reward for it
Just found myself sitting in cells
sh*t ain't no story to tell
Rather go war with myself
Free my cousin doing twelve
It took me some time just to write him cause i ain't know how it affected me
The rest of my cousin's some bustas, though i love ya watch how ya'll step to me
I preach what i speak, yta lil n*ggas be weak in the flesh i pull up and he's dead to me
I make it look easy, my n*ggas is eating
Im back just to get what was kept from me
Second Verse
I got a new choppa
My pistol keeps clicking
Ya b*tch keeps on calling
My hotline stays blinging
I come from the northside
This sh*t could get risky, you try me
You end up with nine shots like fifty
I be with some hittas that love to get busy
Ya b*tch looking busted, once i f*ck she different
I ain't with that talking, n*gga i wish you would
n*gga whats good
You ain't gang banging that hood
Cause you n*ggas pus*y ass thugs
I done had to ride for my crip
Most my plugs original blood
You ain't never had it like this
Ask your b*tch was just on my di*k
Back from the corner, feins are looking sick
I introduced the sour back when it was piff
That was twenty ten, Nessy had the benz
Murder you a snitch, and my n*ggas want revenge
You a borderline b*tch, sh*t its better if he dead
Never see him on the block
Prolly talking to the feds
So if i fire, drop and hit his leg
Get the job done, run up and shoot his head
Nine times out of ten, this Glock won't jam
If i don't got the gun, run em over with the van
Do ya n*ggas really bang
Give a f*ck if it depends
Theres levels to this sh*t