Every Season lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Yo Yo Yo

[Verse: Rigz]
This every tear that I ever shed, every fear that I ever bled
I've seen n*ggas get cases cuz he ain't in them to beg
You only tough in your head, you leave no blood in the back seat
Shots at your man, its on you, but you act sleep
You know me, excellent speed, he caught a strong slap
You live what you learn, that n*gga is playing the wrong rap
You can tell how they move if n*ggas really be on that
For every 2k buy a gun, cuz i'm into combat
f*ck a small stack, no foam when i'm on track
Good on dread sh*t, he can press it, this n*gga soft wack
Cousin on thе run, it's over, they made a small ratty hurt
Don't know why, know his mom ain't on that
Stupid mothеrf*ckers be careless where they stashing
The worst thing to do when you hustle is having padding
I can't feel the n*ggas just cause I know they be acting
I bring the joints out and I do the sh*t you imagine
His [crack?] got a D10, 20s look like a pecan
I made outta 10 with a 40, this with my weak hand
I'ma make this money wherever my f*cking feet land stupid
You would've fell in them lanes we ran
Listen to first, go get you a hearse
I get that feeling in my heart when i step into church
The suckers in my mans wake, i ain't easing it out
He ain't even like you n*ggas, f*ck you grieving about
[Verse 2: Rob Gates]
Every season I buy a Glock, for no reason, I get you shot
Players starve in this movie for acting like who you not
Pull a drain on your mommy and smack the sh*t out your pops
Rolling up the dead I twist the sh*t out the top
Yall wasn't talking like this, Yall never was seeing opps
You n*ggas from the side where the neighbor would call the cops.'
I don't care about your chain or carats that's in your watch
You barely be on the block, I'm rarely without the Glock
n*gga saying when they see Gates they gon' regulate
When they see Gates, that's 5 out the featherweight
Paying no leather face, 40 gon' levitate
Cause you know these n*ggas act up when the weather break
Next flight to Cali, I came cross your alley
Jumped out on foot, walked down the patty
Shoot down your ass , a few rounds had passed me
They gon' have to hit a hundred just to catch me