F.O.E Shawn The Don - Pro's n Cons

F.O.E. Entertainment
Yeah
All love Detroit
F.O.E. Shawn The Don
Yeah
It's all the way up, and I don't give A fuck
130 rounds if you wanna test your Luck
Green beams on everything
My niggas make a scene
I'm living the life that you Motherfuckers dream
The city on my back, I don't need No help
Making moves by myself
With a strap in my belt
I got 50 rounds left, so you better Watch your step
If I let this bitch go, ain't no Calling for help
9 1 1 what's the emergency
A nigga need surgery, you fighting For your life
Over this dope with a currency
Work not locking up nigga, take That shit back
Send friends, turn to foes, at the Drop of a hat
They done circled the block nigga
One too many times, I don't know About yours
But I'm gon' die about mine
Blow whatever on your mind, I Keep heat like Satan
That fire get to dancing once a Bitch get to spraying
Mini Draco, and I'm repping for The homie
Lost his life in the hood
Hit licks on the dice
Thousand dollar plays on the 6 And the 8
You better know the odds will Stay the fuck out the way
Welcome to my city where we Stay on the move
Rest In Peace to all my niggas That's gone too soon
Candle lights and t-shirts, the Feeling of hurt
Pursuit of happiness, yeah we still On the search
We never give up, cause we used To the struggle
So many ups and downs, but we Still gon' hustle
It's a motor city, I'm enjoying the Ride
I pray to see my pops at least one More time
This pain so deep, it's too hard to Disguise
You had too many chances, this yo Last fucking time
Another mistake, I'm gonna make an example
My shooter never hungry, have him blow out your candle
You missing some rules, ain't no fucking excuse
If I front you a bag, you're Supposed to know what to do
Stop fucking them hoes, keep that Back door closed
Just play your fucking part, I'm Directing the show
If you follow the script, then we All be froze
Plenty of ice, I'm still rocking all Gold
This world is so cold, and I just Wanna fly
I embrace the whole city, rep the D till I die
Sleep with one eye open, and one Eye closed
Cuz deez niggas and bitches both Be playing roles
Willie Lynch syndrome, I don't Know who to trust
Tread carefully nigga, or you gon' Get busted
Welcome to my city where we stay on the move
Rest in peace to all of my niggas
That's gone too soon
Candle lights and t-shirts, the Feeling of hurt
Pursuit of happiness, yeah we still On a search
We never give up, cause we used To the struggle
So many ups and downs but we Still gone hustle
It's the Motor City, I'm enjoying The ride
I pray to see my pops at least one More time
Hate to get in the booth, and have To pour out my soul
But I had to let you know, that it's Still on the flow
These chopper's fully auto and Ain't ready to go
You the apple of my eye as I stare Through the scope
If it show it blow, got your people Losing hope
Your eyes closing slow, so that's all She wrote
Man y'all got me fucked up, bitch Who do you love
Couple fiends o d'd, Brody Threw Them in the tub
We fuck up pros, and mingle with Cons
It's Family Over Everything, first Name Shawn
I put the hood on the map, Knocking out niggas naps
Beat the doors off the hinges, and Still supplying the trap
My bags stay heavy, and so is my Heart
It's so hard to let go, after your Loved ones part
This great lake state, put it a lot On your plate
Still we all blessed, I thank God Every day
Welcome to my city where we Stay on the move
Rest in peace to all my niggas That's gone too soon
Candle lights and t-shirts, the Feeling of hurt
Pursuit the happiness, yeah we Still on a search
We never give up, cause we used To the struggle
So many ups and downs, but we Still gon' hustle
It's the Motor City, I'm enjoying The ride
I pray to see my pops at least one More time

Written by:
LaShawn Holston

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