Moey Don't Worry - The Story Of Adrian

I got a story I can tell
I don't really think this'll go down well
This might get me locked up or get me sent to hell
Where ever I end up, I'm taking you as well
See little boy, you done got it twisted
Call this Euthanasia, cause your death gon' be assisted
Fucking with my boys, then you know I take conviction
Stepping in my half, that's my jurisdiction
You got your friends killed and you keep tryna deny it
Shooting up a hospital I don't think I like that
If you wanna shoot at anything come shoot at my records
I'll be quick to slap you face like Will Smith at awards
You're a buster boy, ain't nobody respect ya
If I was a junkie, you syringe, never inject ya
Flexing all this cash, how you gonna get your piece
Just like your friends got got I make sure you at peace
I turn up to a funeral and act like nothing happened
Cause ain't that what you did? when you got your friends clapped and
Said it wasn't you? so what you tryna do?
If you tryna pull up on me, my eyes on you
I dispose of you
Whole city in the back of my rear view
Your body's in the trunk
I'm quiet like a monk
And if I see you in the streets
You're gonna get jumped
Get put on, like your lock picks you expire
Put some lead up in your head have smoking tires
You see Adrian, you a little bitch
And like a light, you've gone and flipped my switch
Have your boys in the back digging up your ditch
I'm fiending like a junkie, I'm all about that itch
This a warning shot
To you and only you
Have your Mrs. lining up the boys like she in a queue
So what it do?
You pulling on my block tonight?
Or your Mrs. got you by your drawers? You uptight
Little bitch
Pull up
I got Justice on my side
Fucking dare ya
And don't you fucking pull up in red
Or you get a bullet to your fucking head
And I leave you on the ground dead
Just like your friends got got
You gon' get got
I'm coming for ya boy
Watch your back

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Moey Don't Worry

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