J Dot. & BOSSMANPERRY100 - Dead ASF

I never put attachments on my glock, I'm scared of fed cases
But nowadays I got the flashlight and the blue laser
I thank God every day for my food saver
You niggas can't keep up cause you too lazy
The average man'll never get to drive a Mercedes
The average eye can't see your chain and watch fugazee, but nigga, I can
You gotta go through the worst to become the man that I am
You would be dead as fuck tryna spin the blocks that I spinned
You would go straight to jail tryna run the routes that I ran
My nigga tote the type of chopper you would get from Iran
I cook up so much dope, nigga, that I locked up my hand
I fell in love with this rap shit, nigga, yeah, I'm top ten
I do this shit for my lil brother, nigga, yeah
I do this shit for my lil boys, nigga, yeah
Play with my money, nigga, you gone end up dead
I'll put this fuckin money on your head
I'll put this money on your head and still kill you myself
When it's time to do some killings, I ain't never needed help
Me and my bitch sleep with the chopper, nigga
Me and my Glocky take a shower, nigga
I'm gettin' money every hour, nigga
They love me like I'm Austin Powers, nigga
I had so many dark nights, I went to prison, nigga, I was fightin' for my life
You ever had to fight a nigga off who had a knife
That nigga ain't even made his bed, that nigga wrote a kite
Niggas broke as fuck, still tryna give out advice
Every wrong I ever did, I'ma make it right
Hope God got forgiveness for the ones who took a life
I'm tryna see the light, cause I was livin' in the dark
Duckin narcs, nigga, I was sleepin' at the park
My homie left me hangin', all I wanted was a start
You niggas left me in that war and it broke my heart
That shit tore me apart, I gotta keep that iron, man, like I'm Tony Starks
My only goal is to give my sons a better start, and every since I had my boys, I grew a bigger heart, huh
We don't do drive-bys
We walk em' down, nigga, so we can look em' in his eyes
It's one thing I can never forget about homicide
Is that eyes never lie, soon as them bullets penetrate
He scream out Lord, why like I don't wanna die
Like he'll do it all over, but it ain't no more tries
This chopper off of Call of Duty, but it ain't no revive,
I'll see your opp ass on the other side
Old dead ass, nigga
I do this shit for my lil brother, nigga, yeah
I do this shit for my lil boys, nigga, yeah
Play with my money, nigga, you gone end up dead
I'll put this fuckin money on your head
Tuh, fuck
Finna turn 40, still alive
That's a milestone
R.I.P. to Ducky
Ain't have time to grab his firearm
I learned from that
To leave other people's fight alone
Shit I'ma say too real
Throw holy water on this microphone
Fake beefing
What the fuck you five guys is on
Gotta buy a phone
I'm hearing static in my dial tone
FEDS ain't finna catch me in no dialogue
Ducky, I'm finna go sit with mama
Til the trial gone
Thousand niggas in these streets
Not many I can vouch for
Hundred ways in
Only 2 or 3 out though
Faking in they music
Be prepared for the outro
You could be a perfect murder, nigga
Shout out to Gwyneth Paltrow
5 cases, 2 years
What the fuck you still out for?
You broke, it's 3 o'clock
So what the fuck you on the couch for?
How a man cool with being broke
You niggas threw
Don't provide a wonder why
These bitches talk like niggas do
No respect
Cause you niggas act like bitches do
Since she pay the bills
Then you should cook and clean the kitchen too
On the gram, in a rental, with your niggas shoes
Trying too hard
To be the one they pay attention to
I tell niggas under 25
To get in school
You broke, talking money
Who the fuck is you to listen to
Tryna be the plug
The quickest way to walk in prison boots
Just get a couple plays
That is worth that you fuckin sticking to
Being greedy
Gone get you summer dogs and chili soups
And mackarels and kippers
And that Aramark kitchen food
Shit real, got niggas dead
They is living proof
When it's beef
Ain't no time to be switching crews
It's genocide
And mostly niggas killing niggas, woo
Pick a side
Fo your mama have to pick a suit
You niggas faking, got opinions
Never been with bosses
Been harmonizing
This verse for any nigga think I lost it
Now I hustle just to live
This shit can be exhausting
If it's a problem, man
DM me, I ain't reading comments
Social media niggas funny
Y'all should be in comics
You rat, is my Cartiers
The reason I ain't see you coming
I'm J.R.
I'm a legend, you should take a picture
200K
Way before Instagram and Facebook, nigga
Money counters, so much money counting
Used to break them bitches
Eight years straight, still relevant
First day I walked away from prison, nigga
I really hate motherfuckers that hate to listen
Quantity over quality
Man, this game is different
Serving soda to the fiends
They think you hate your kitchen
My way was different
It was free, you shoulda paid attention
In prison, Megan was a food prep
Met a nigga that she liked
And got her shoes wet
Did his time, went home
And died from AIDS, that's what the news said
Seen it and got checked
HIV positive on her new test, damn
Hardest nigga rapping in my fuckin city
Most these niggas in the industry ain't fuckin with me
What the fuck
One of you labels need to come and get me
If not
I'll make money off a bricks
So I ain't fuckin tripping
I do this shit for my lil brother, nigga, yeah
I do this shit for my lil boys, nigga, yeah
Play with my money, nigga, you gone end up dead
I'll put this fuckin money on your head

Written by:
Derek Brantley, Jrome Scott

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