"2 Conspiracies" lyrics
(Lxcid, this be brazy)
(Yxng B.A)
Two conspiracies, tryna get rid of me
Not my lover, got me feelin' like Billie Jean
Had to cut off shawty 'cause her energy's killin' me
I got eight arms out, I ain't talkin' 'bout Killer Bee
I just done a stabbin', now I'm feelin' all jittery
In the dance with my wap, GK my security
I see them copy me, see the niggas try mirror me
I'ma slide 'round there with some different artillery
And when Gully got life, we lost a piece of the 'Narm
And when [?] done me dirty, I lost a piece of my arm
When I was in the block, they had man readin' Salaam
This my second wap charge, if I get caught with a star, baby girl, I'm a star
**** got bored, he's a bitch
And **** swang his knife but he got bored 'cause he tripped
They gave LD the same amount of years that he lived
And that's 'cah he ain't a snitch
Look, really do gunplay
So many selections of waps, would've thought I'm playin' gun game
Them days, bankin' pebs were the cunch days
Now I might spend a quick one [?] on one name
I'm old school like BitTorrent and LimeWire
Free Jungle and free [?], all livewires
Lookin' at my cell, all you're seein' is barbed wire
I just done a drill and what you're smellin' are car tyres
See, I always pay debts like a Lannister
Shawty rich with long hair, see I call her my Lannister
I just got in trouble, KC as my barrister
All them days in jail, I'm takin' days off my calendar
I don't like PDA but I might kiss on a visit
She said "I love you", I'm like "Mm-mm, is it?"
If you love me then I can't even lie, you'll bring this pack on a visit
[?], head on swivel, I ain't tryna be slippin'
Late nights, writin' bars in my cell
Eyes closed for three hours tryna think to myself
A month in jail, I'll get annoyed, I wanna fuck off this girl
I hate they're walkin' on my fame and my fortune got shelved
Look, street nigga showin' pain when I rap
I been in every situation so you know it ain't cap
I been shootin' at niggas and niggas shot back
I jump when I hear "bang", shawty thinks that I'm tapped
Look, I just bought three new hammers
I remember bein' broke tryna execute nappin's
I can't fuck with them yutes, man I know they been rattin'
Shawty said that I'm tapped, I'm emotionally damaged
Look, street niggas need that love and affection
I need a real by my side and not hoes and selection
I need guns in bulk, need guns in selection
I rid that two year pigeon like a hour detention
Three jails in four months, not my version of tourin'
Single cells are kinda cool but it kinda gets borin'
Can't complain about my [?] 'cah my lifestyle lawless
See, the opps can't chat, [?] 'til they bored in
I'm sick and tired of these wet wipes
See, man go block for a month and comin' back with a pet fly
And shout' my bros 'cah they really lettin' lead fly
From penthouse suites to a toilet by my bedside
Ain't seen Amari and I ain't ever met Khalil
I sent them Ps but I ain't been around, for real
Their daddy's did a drill, I gotta do better
I know my niggas on the roads, it's like I can't remember
Bad Bs, machines and nosies
Crack fiends, shootouts and coke fiends
Catsies, handcuffs, my rollies
And see I did time with all of my coldies
Two conspiracies, tryna get rid of me
(Yxng B.A)
Two conspiracies, tryna get rid of me
Not my lover, got me feelin' like Billie Jean
Had to cut off shawty 'cause her energy's killin' me
I got eight arms out, I ain't talkin' 'bout Killer Bee
I just done a stabbin', now I'm feelin' all jittery
In the dance with my wap, GK my security
I see them copy me, see the niggas try mirror me
I'ma slide 'round there with some different artillery
And when Gully got life, we lost a piece of the 'Narm
And when [?] done me dirty, I lost a piece of my arm
When I was in the block, they had man readin' Salaam
This my second wap charge, if I get caught with a star, baby girl, I'm a star
**** got bored, he's a bitch
And **** swang his knife but he got bored 'cause he tripped
They gave LD the same amount of years that he lived
And that's 'cah he ain't a snitch
Look, really do gunplay
So many selections of waps, would've thought I'm playin' gun game
Them days, bankin' pebs were the cunch days
Now I might spend a quick one [?] on one name
I'm old school like BitTorrent and LimeWire
Free Jungle and free [?], all livewires
Lookin' at my cell, all you're seein' is barbed wire
I just done a drill and what you're smellin' are car tyres
See, I always pay debts like a Lannister
Shawty rich with long hair, see I call her my Lannister
I just got in trouble, KC as my barrister
All them days in jail, I'm takin' days off my calendar
I don't like PDA but I might kiss on a visit
She said "I love you", I'm like "Mm-mm, is it?"
If you love me then I can't even lie, you'll bring this pack on a visit
[?], head on swivel, I ain't tryna be slippin'
Late nights, writin' bars in my cell
Eyes closed for three hours tryna think to myself
A month in jail, I'll get annoyed, I wanna fuck off this girl
I hate they're walkin' on my fame and my fortune got shelved
Look, street nigga showin' pain when I rap
I been in every situation so you know it ain't cap
I been shootin' at niggas and niggas shot back
I jump when I hear "bang", shawty thinks that I'm tapped
Look, I just bought three new hammers
I remember bein' broke tryna execute nappin's
I can't fuck with them yutes, man I know they been rattin'
Shawty said that I'm tapped, I'm emotionally damaged
Look, street niggas need that love and affection
I need a real by my side and not hoes and selection
I need guns in bulk, need guns in selection
I rid that two year pigeon like a hour detention
Three jails in four months, not my version of tourin'
Single cells are kinda cool but it kinda gets borin'
Can't complain about my [?] 'cah my lifestyle lawless
See, the opps can't chat, [?] 'til they bored in
I'm sick and tired of these wet wipes
See, man go block for a month and comin' back with a pet fly
And shout' my bros 'cah they really lettin' lead fly
From penthouse suites to a toilet by my bedside
Ain't seen Amari and I ain't ever met Khalil
I sent them Ps but I ain't been around, for real
Their daddy's did a drill, I gotta do better
I know my niggas on the roads, it's like I can't remember
Bad Bs, machines and nosies
Crack fiends, shootouts and coke fiends
Catsies, handcuffs, my rollies
And see I did time with all of my coldies
Two conspiracies, tryna get rid of me
