"40 Bars" lyrics
God please can you take this pain away
They won't take my name away
They won't take my gang away
Fuck it take this fame away
I'ma still be the realest, still in the trenches
Still the trillest nigga
Still will whack a nigga if he tripping
Pockets still on bankroll, I ain't lying
Nigga tryna rob, you gone need a extra man to try it
Choppa hit him, BOOM, go buy an extra life, you dying
Got extra clips, with extra bullets, cause I'm extra when I'm firing
And that's on everything I love
Pray with my head high, cause all my guys they above
Still stuck in the streets, just like a g, but I'm a thug
I ain't never had a plug, I got love for my thugs
They ain't say shit, they went nameless like Lil Keed
Pockets on fuck nigga, bitch I'm 4 like dt
Watch me bank, when I'm on lean
Go insane 'bout that green
Put 'em on payroll, if your block dusty then they gon' sweep the streets
Nah for real
If you tryna ride, then go ride then
If you tryna ride, then come ride then
Boy don't come outside, you better hide in
'Cause you them snakes love slidin
I'm feeling like Pluto
Pockets on still on sumo
I did that shit to what the name? Shh
Nigga you know
I won't tell a soul
Shit I might not let the crew know
Stood on my 10 by myself, yeah uno
I get ignorant out my body
Bitch keep asking me is she slime or no, she is prolly
Treat these niggas like my j.r because I got it
Grinding for a reason, stack this paper or like basa
Check your self, you know I'm popping
Ain't nobody stop them 3 letters
Killing shit bout 3 letters
Spending shit bout 3 letters
I'm higher than 3 letters
Maybe I can see better
Maybe I can, maybe I can, maybe I can see better
'Cause I'm uh
'Bout them 3 letters
'Bout them 3 letters
'Bout them 3 letters
And they know woah
Yeah they know, popping for sure
Pop it, let's go
I'ma pop it, I'ma pop it, who gon' stop it
I'ma pop it, I'ma pop it, who gon' stop it
Pad the rock, no pass it back, ain't gon drop it
Yeah yeah
Slatt!
They won't take my name away
They won't take my gang away
Fuck it take this fame away
I'ma still be the realest, still in the trenches
Still the trillest nigga
Still will whack a nigga if he tripping
Pockets still on bankroll, I ain't lying
Nigga tryna rob, you gone need a extra man to try it
Choppa hit him, BOOM, go buy an extra life, you dying
Got extra clips, with extra bullets, cause I'm extra when I'm firing
And that's on everything I love
Pray with my head high, cause all my guys they above
Still stuck in the streets, just like a g, but I'm a thug
I ain't never had a plug, I got love for my thugs
They ain't say shit, they went nameless like Lil Keed
Pockets on fuck nigga, bitch I'm 4 like dt
Watch me bank, when I'm on lean
Go insane 'bout that green
Put 'em on payroll, if your block dusty then they gon' sweep the streets
Nah for real
If you tryna ride, then go ride then
If you tryna ride, then come ride then
Boy don't come outside, you better hide in
'Cause you them snakes love slidin
I'm feeling like Pluto
Pockets on still on sumo
I did that shit to what the name? Shh
Nigga you know
I won't tell a soul
Shit I might not let the crew know
Stood on my 10 by myself, yeah uno
I get ignorant out my body
Bitch keep asking me is she slime or no, she is prolly
Treat these niggas like my j.r because I got it
Grinding for a reason, stack this paper or like basa
Check your self, you know I'm popping
Ain't nobody stop them 3 letters
Killing shit bout 3 letters
Spending shit bout 3 letters
I'm higher than 3 letters
Maybe I can see better
Maybe I can, maybe I can, maybe I can see better
'Cause I'm uh
'Bout them 3 letters
'Bout them 3 letters
'Bout them 3 letters
And they know woah
Yeah they know, popping for sure
Pop it, let's go
I'ma pop it, I'ma pop it, who gon' stop it
I'ma pop it, I'ma pop it, who gon' stop it
Pad the rock, no pass it back, ain't gon drop it
Yeah yeah
Slatt!
