Johnny Trumbone - Choppers

Wanna be down with nggas, gotta give a bukfifty
Nine years old runnin' round' with a razor in my mouth
Raw and gritty
Served the raw and the gritty
Now we livin' pretty
But the blood still there
You could only feel it
I'm in it, I'm in it
Choppers roarin'
I ain't going back, no
I ain't going
Moving slower but the game keep goin'
Can't stop cause the game keep goin'
I ain't hoe'n, but a ngga knowin'
Shut the fuck up and kiss the floor
Cause the baby gotta eat
And I gotta pay the heat
Robbin' people from the same pot as me
Ridin' luxury, but coming home to fix a broken piece
Man I swear it was me
But I'm feeling better, nay, elated
Have these bitches thinking I'm committing treason
I had my reasons
And no answers to them questions
So when you see me on my bullshit
Get to steppin'
Fo' I get leverage and get connected
With yo jaw, glasshouse what I'm breakin'
Rollin' with a reaper, yo soul what we takin'
No complaining
I get what I want
If I don't get it now then I pay for the cost
Turned myself into a boss
Choppers roarin'
I ain't going back, no
I ain't going
Moving slower but the game keep goin'
Can't stop cause the game keep goin'
I ain't hoe'n, but a ngga knowin'
Coming for everything in store
Stars in the coupe, bitches in the back
Call them all pigeons cause I fly they ass back
Spent a band on her brand new tracks
Just for me to go and pull that
Now you looking like you do crack
But a 'natty where the beauty at
I'm in it, I'm in it
I'm in it, I'm in it
Wash the blood off
I'm in it, I'm in it
Damn
I'm in it, I'm in it
Wanna be down with nggas, gotta give a bukfifty
Nine years old runnin' round' with a razor in my mouth
Raw and gritty
Served the raw and the gritty
Now we livin' pretty
But the blood still there
You could only feel it
I'm in it, I'm in it
Choppers roarin'
I ain't going back, no
I ain't going
Moving slower but the game keep goin'
Can't stop cause the game keep goin'
I ain't hoe'n, but a ngga knowin'
Shut the fuck up and kiss the floor
Cause the baby gotta eat
And I gotta pay the heat
Robbin' people from the same pot as me
Have these bitches thinking I'm committing treason
Giving these bitches reasons
This life is getting bored
The cars, the clothes
The deceiving lil hoes
Runnin' around lookin' for they next big score
I'm cuttin' 'em out, never been the one to take a tour
But my foot in the door, so wondering how to lock me in
Caged animal, but I still control the keepers
The mental seekers, they befriend ya when they need ya
It's hard to peep 'em, but when they there, know they always creeping
Know they there, that they always creeping
AK
JOHNNY TRUMBONE
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Written by:
Kevin Avila

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