Documentary lyrics

[Verse 1: T-Streetz]
What you heard, n*gga
Nah, you jeez not a word
No, a couple real n*ggas got murked
Got a couple real n*ggas wit' me put in work
Pray for better; people prayin' for the work
Money one comin' how we thinkin'; always curc
I was on the block; I'ma leavin' of the churck
Fofo, 4, n*gga get birk
The mother's dead, driller, you gon' get smoked in a minute
Gotta make sure your money wedding
How to take the L and get replannis
And yo' b*tch mouth like a Dillis
All cash Phyllis, a middle fill and count innes
I'm comin' for; all God in my in witness
30 got a body runnin' from a life sentence
Problem's I don't let nobody into my business, nah
Know these n*ggas out here trackin'
Now these n*ggas track quicker then a weapon
Big gun, sh*t can't even fit in my dimmes
2,2, 3, on me, Kevin
I don't know why n*ggas livin'
But as long as disaster gon' kill 'em
All 'em motherf*ckin' walk up to shootouts
All of meltsfans bring them blocks out
Rubber bando on my n*ggas gon' shop
Get onto my number, my ball mansion, Robin
b*tch I'ma make it for JJ and Josh
That money gon' come back around like a clock
I'm tryna make it from bottom to top
I'm bustin' on pills got me thinkin' a lot
She sellin' Parnel; I'ma die for that block (Parnel)
I'ma die for my block, hey, yeah
I'ma die for it
Got my life and my head with the 6 oil
She get bad; I'ma need a lawyer
Never had a job; f*ck yo' employee (pow, pow)
Feels like a hand no Crown Royale
Get that back right, baby, I'ma spoy ya
Only f*ck a real n*gga, I don't know ya
All that fake sh*t, b*tch, I don't know ya
Got my brother with me
And you notice everyday (santana)
Every'round where: they safe
Only thing: we duckin' in the case
I've been in and out of that place
But I stay strong, b*tch, I ain't never break
Swear to God n*gga look good; turn to hate
I was shakin' heads with a snake
n*ggas' perfect trade