Cloud9foreal, Hurricane - Point Blank

Ever since I was a kid had dreams to make it big
Bank account full of green, making seven figs
Was addicted to the cash, to the weed, and the cigs
So as I started to hustle, I started to flip bricks
Growing up I was poor, had a lot of doors closed
I looked like Swiss cheese rocking clothes with holes
Always wanted to hang around ballers with hoes
I was about to marry the game, I just had to propose
I was dumb and hungry, had to find the inner me
As my stash was growing so did my enemies
They was jealous seeing me rich and getting that cash
As the pressure was building I had to cover my ass
So I got the gat with me man I was ready to squeeze it
On anyone that wants mine I was ready to cause bleeding
Saw some bitch ass faggot trynna sell at my spot
My iron so generous it gives you whatever it got
Point blank
I'll shoot everybody that wants heat
Stay strapped
Bitches scheming for the cheese
I don't think so
Your body's bout to turn cold
Got sixteen in the mag
One in the hole
Call me Mr.Rigor mortis
I'll make a chump freeze
Make em beg for forgiveness
And down on their knees
Yellow tape around the scene
Chalk around your body
If you trynna stop my dream
I'm ready to chop your body
Word to my homie P now driving a Bugatti
Doors open up to you on demand my shorty
Living the dream, got the cheese and the cream
We passed packs from under sacks to the triple beam
Now I see them 5-0's but I don't run no more
I walk in and out of my crib from the same door
When I lay down? No dreams, all calm
But I don't have to go to sleep with my nine on my palm
Competition from back in the days keep watching me now
I used to run my corner now I'm running your town
I used to run with soldiers now I carry the crown
Chumps who ran the underground, work for me now
You put a price on my head? I triple that shit on y'all
I make your man rat on you with you on a call
I murder your middlemen and put you in the hole
Got crooks on patrol, dirty lawyers on payroll
(You motherfuckers know me better than that)
Point blank
I'll shoot everybody that wants heat
Stay strapped
Bitches scheming for the cheese
I don't think so
Your body's bout to turn cold
Got sixteen in the mag
One in the hole
Call me Mr.Rigor mortis
I'll make a chump freeze
Make em beg for forgiveness
And down on their knees
Yellow tape around the scene
Chalk around your body
If you trynna stop my dream
I'm ready to chop your body
I'll chop your body motherfuckers
I'll chop your body
With the motherfucking daggers
Haha
Hurricane
Cloud9 beatmaker from hell
Two k twenty three
Yeah

Written by:
Cloud9foreal, Hurricane, Ediosn Pepa

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