"Justin Credible's Freestyle Series #240" lyrics
Ay, huh, all my niggas buckets, we belong in a league
I'm standin' next to niggas, they don't know that I feed
I've been starvin' for so long, I turn my hunger to greed
My lil' nigga in that spittle, I just want him to—
Don't stop shootin' 'til you hit him, you gon' hear him wheeze
You a gangster? You gon' have to show me, I seen niggas freeze
Lion hearted, let one of these nigga hold me, nigga please
How the fuck you think I made it out the den of thieves?
Can't forget who helped me get on my feet
At Roc Nation with them jiggas tryna give me a beat
When legit my favorite shit, I'm tryna get off the street
But I still wanna kill, they got me grittin' my teeth
See, killer tryna kill me, DA tryna lock me up
Niggas in my circle tryna help these niggas box me up
Chain came from 50 Cent, ears look like a hockey puck
Never runnin' out of God, I seen niggas run of out luck
Skilla, he a mad man, these niggas be trash can
And they cannot add, prolly why they blew they air bands
Ain't no time on get back, that's why I just sit back
Even if he workin' out, hit him in his six pack
Catch his ass on Christmas, get his lil' ass giftwrapped
If he got a helmet on, hit him in his chin strap
In L.A. with a leaker, that pussy good, I'm tellin' you
The new Korean step in, the hair just incredible, dawg
I'm standin' next to niggas, they don't know that I feed
I've been starvin' for so long, I turn my hunger to greed
My lil' nigga in that spittle, I just want him to—
Don't stop shootin' 'til you hit him, you gon' hear him wheeze
You a gangster? You gon' have to show me, I seen niggas freeze
Lion hearted, let one of these nigga hold me, nigga please
How the fuck you think I made it out the den of thieves?
Can't forget who helped me get on my feet
At Roc Nation with them jiggas tryna give me a beat
When legit my favorite shit, I'm tryna get off the street
But I still wanna kill, they got me grittin' my teeth
See, killer tryna kill me, DA tryna lock me up
Niggas in my circle tryna help these niggas box me up
Chain came from 50 Cent, ears look like a hockey puck
Never runnin' out of God, I seen niggas run of out luck
Skilla, he a mad man, these niggas be trash can
And they cannot add, prolly why they blew they air bands
Ain't no time on get back, that's why I just sit back
Even if he workin' out, hit him in his six pack
Catch his ass on Christmas, get his lil' ass giftwrapped
If he got a helmet on, hit him in his chin strap
In L.A. with a leaker, that pussy good, I'm tellin' you
The new Korean step in, the hair just incredible, dawg
