Dark Lo and V Don - 2 Faces

Tied boot laces, was in the courtroom, they too racist.
Look, peep my dog, he had two faces.
Papi called bringin' suitcases.
I drunk IT raw, I ain't do the chasin'.
I knocked you off, I do your favor, he was miserable.
Youngin' had a stick, it was visible.
Beef with the other side, nobody died.
I heard your lies, it's despicable.
Cops found the ride, then they nickeled you.
Nobody ride when they pickled you.
Look in my eyes, it's critical.
Mob ties, it was fittable.
Oh my God, the reaper visit you.
Ask around your hood, they don't consider you.
Don't fuck with Ron Harvey, they forbidded you.

I get you straightin' like the Migos.
She waitin', she on Casamigos.
Keep blazin', shootin' free throws.
Fuck the courtroom and my street clothes.
My nigga Pete had his leaf rolled.
That's a hundred shots if he reach for.

I be locked down when you hear this.
In the cell, I just did my dips.
Writing mail, we in tuna fish.
Met my man, we in Juma and shit.
Knock him out, stack his goon and shit.
Don't talk to me about no room and shit.
It's the last standin'.
I found my way when they left me stranded.
I held the K, rapid single-handed.
I'm down my way, you know the block I'm in.
The crib worth a million, it's abandoned.
I heard your shit, now can it?
I popped up, you panicked.
You see me, can't stand it.
Run you down on some tump shit.
Machine gun, trunk lift.
Who them? Bro, swung the shit.

I get you straightin' like the Migos.
She waitin', she on Casamigos.
Keep blazin', shootin' free throws.
Fuck the courtroom and my street clothes.
My nigga Pete had his leaf rolled.
That's a hundred shots if he reach for.

Everyone's a gangster until a gangster walks in the room.
It's about everybody that's tuned in tonight.
And every time we mention Ronald Harvey, the conversation gets dark.

Written by:
Charles Salley, Tivon Key

Publisher:
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