"i35" lyrics
Tell the truth I cant be worring about no nigga
Tell the truth I cant be worring about no nigga
Always been the same killer all I needed was the pistol
Watch my niggas do we wrong God keep asking me to forgive them
It just what it is, I ain't calming down I'm in my feelings
And that's on my kids
Since a jit I've been a man, in the streets that was the plan
Cant be with us you ain't shot nobody yet cut off your hands
Bitch we come from pots and pans
Young age we too advanced
In my hood kids throwing up the 4's
That can barely count to 10
Murder scenes they traumatize us
All we know is self defense
Cock it back just aim and fire
My white boy gonna change the pan
Me and 4k don't know how to act cuz we was raised to win
Disrespect me then you getting wet we call that making sense
How many pounds it take to fill up a suitcase nobody knows
Niggas fake just like a toupee on they head that just how it goes
Told you not to do it but you did it nigga just slow your role
Bitches got me all up in my feelings now I'm clutching poles
Grand dad been on my mind and he know I been getting doe
This shit starting to get out of control I got pounds coming out the floor
You know damn right I'm on parole so you know I'm back on the road again
Niggas thought that I was selling guns I got them poles again
Told my brother never trust her
She the type a hoe that try to get down with your brother
Pushing P's and throwing C's we screaming out Free
Smoking trees and drinking lean you know we on another (LA GANG)
Police is on my ass again they know we getting packs again
Hate that I had to rob the plug because he was trying to tax again
Police on my ass again they know we getting packs again
Hate that I had to rob the plug because he was trying to tax again
Tell the truth I cant be worring about no nigga
Always been the same killer all I needed was the pistol
Watch my niggas do we wrong God keep asking me to forgive them
It just what it is, I ain't calming down I'm in my feelings
And that's on my kids
Since a jit I've been a man, in the streets that was the plan
Cant be with us you ain't shot nobody yet cut off your hands
Bitch we come from pots and pans
Young age we too advanced
In my hood kids throwing up the 4's
That can barely count to 10
Murder scenes they traumatize us
All we know is self defense
Cock it back just aim and fire
My white boy gonna change the pan
Me and 4k don't know how to act cuz we was raised to win
Disrespect me then you getting wet we call that making sense
How many pounds it take to fill up a suitcase nobody knows
Niggas fake just like a toupee on they head that just how it goes
Told you not to do it but you did it nigga just slow your role
Bitches got me all up in my feelings now I'm clutching poles
Grand dad been on my mind and he know I been getting doe
This shit starting to get out of control I got pounds coming out the floor
You know damn right I'm on parole so you know I'm back on the road again
Niggas thought that I was selling guns I got them poles again
Told my brother never trust her
She the type a hoe that try to get down with your brother
Pushing P's and throwing C's we screaming out Free
Smoking trees and drinking lean you know we on another (LA GANG)
Police is on my ass again they know we getting packs again
Hate that I had to rob the plug because he was trying to tax again
Police on my ass again they know we getting packs again
Hate that I had to rob the plug because he was trying to tax again
