DON KEL - E-Way

12 Got behind me i hit that e way
Don kel he slimy
In the back i got a homicide
That’s a Stick with a body body Bitch
Stick hot as wasabi
If they get it they’ll fry me
Gotta get these n****s from behind me (Yea)
130 The dash i do the dash they on my ass for real
Hit the conner with the glock and the pills
Just popped a addy so i’m focus still
My head on my shoulders my shit on a swivel
This shit just might get critical
Every turn i make is pivotal
When you getting money they envy you
When you having paper they envy you
When you doing good they wanna end you
When you doing good they wanna intrude
It get hard but a n***a gotta stay true
When i was down bad i felt the rain
When them n****s switched up i took it with a salt of gran
If I was a cuban link i still wouldn’t change
Been through it all , remain the same
Go against the gang we bust your brain
Trying to maintain
Kinda hard to stay sane
No tapanga but i keep that trip
You can get flipped, shots out the whip
Look into my eyes man all you see is pain
Shots out that flame
Think it’s a game
Shit ain’t been the same since i lost my blood
It ain’t been the same since he went down that road
Bout my family you get a whole 100 slugs
Free my dawg, yea that’s my main person
Yea yea yea i know your mom hurting
Yea yea yea i know your mom hurting
12 Got behind me
I hit that e way
Don kel he slimy
In the back i got a homi
That’s a Stick with a body body bitch
Stick hot as wasabi if they get it they’ll fry me
Gotta get these n****s from behind me yea
Yea yea big facts
Pussy ass n****s want me to relapse
I been doing my best not to react
You know don ride with that fucking (Scrap)
You know don ride with that fucking (Scrap)
Make a pussy n***a run a fucking lap
Make a pussy n***a get his head crack
Better watch yo bitch she might get hit
She gone off that perky just threw me a ally
Bitch Im in the mood bitch give me top
Just Bought a draco it’s fresh out the box
Don’t walk in my crib, you better knock
(Two shots) my yhap caught a free body
One in the leg and one in the head
Give a n***a cancer shots out the sig
Close casket hollow tips (Flip his wig)
Hollywood our life like a movie
All my friends are dead i’m not talking no uzi
Sipping medicine shit got me feeling woozy
You bitch give me deep throat yeah she gone goose me
Smoking cookies supply it’s as strong as a roofie
When i was in philly i was trapping by lucys
Now a thousand dollars feels like loose change
Now I’m kicking shit like lou kane
Can’t fuck the same hoes it don’t feel the same
Can’t fuck with bro, he went against the grain
Popping my shit let my nuts hang
Spin that boy block like a ceiling fan
Body on the choppa, on the e way
Body on the choppa, on the e way
Body on the choppa, on the e way
Body on the choppa, on the e way
(Yea)

Written by:
Kevin Bailey, Ralph Cacciurri

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