K. Corleone - Deceased

Case close on a witness, you niggas over suspicion
We pulling up poles with extensions
No hope for you niggas
I'm sliding with overdue niggas that already poked a few niggas
Bow, money let the mac blow
Sliding in the trap through the front catch him running out the back door
Brodie sippin on that act slow
Took a fifth to the face right after he pop a flat tho
In the jects' where the packs go
And the fiens that they serve have nothing to do with the cash flow
Caught him slippin in the stash tho
Better give us what you got or get something that you ain't ask for
Thirty clap, deuces, macs, icon vests we shoot straight through that
If you want smoke what it do we can match
If the block get in tune turn yo street to a pack
And I know why you mad
Cause yo bitch for the streets and you going out sad
She hopped in yo bag
And gave all the opps everything that you had
You looking frustrated
Cause the day you got robbed she gave us yo location
She picking her favorites
Either you or the streets it's the streets that she taking
She ran through now her back blown
Got a Boost mobile chirp making plays from a trap phone
Do my dance with a mask on
And I heard she was going that's something I gotta pass on
I ain't kick it with her that long
But she fucking with the kid so I gotta get my mac on
You fell asleep now ya stash gone
Popped an X for the sex just hoping that you would last long
Wait

I'm going too crazy in this bitch
But watch this though
Hold on

Ain't nobody greater than me
Now that you laying deceased for playing with me
Ya life we gone take it for free when I sip ain't no chasing for me
That henny too sweet
I'd rather get loose off the deuce
She like how I do what I do, when I move how I move
Pills I might pop me a few, I only get high for the view
Ain't nobody greater than me
Now that you laying deceased for playing with me
Ya life we gone take it for free when I sip ain't no chasing for me
That henny too sweet
I'd rather get loose off the deuce
She like how I do what I do, when I move how I move
Pills I might pop me a few, I only get high for the view

This ain't no make believe
If I catch a charge is you really gon wait for me
Streets calling faithfully
And you turned yo back so never had faith in me
You said you see the fake in me taking me to another side you gon hate to see
Until it goes down
Then I take his body to lake with me

Trunk beating down Michigan Ave
Putting something in the tank but I ain't reaching for gas
Switch in the stash, I'm reaching for the gift in the bag
Got a fully loaded stick on my hip with the simplest mag
Pick out a suite cause Imma shoot until you flip it and crash
I'm in a super that's polluted with medicinal gas
Copping something that's exclusive, then I'm doing the dash
How I maneuver, is the quickest route to get to the bag

And I just might take there
Just stay where you stand cause I swear you won't make it here
These niggas not playing fair
Once you jump off that porch, it get tougher than haitian hair
Sometimes I hate it here
Either kill or be killed, I just can't escape the fear
It's been a hateful year
But watch how I flex get a check then I disappear

Written by:
Kenneth Scott

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