Zay Greedo - CITY OF JORDAN

Riding in a Benz popping percs with my friends
Caught a flick of the dash so I could post it on the gram
Been feeling a little lit I been under the influence
Won't let nothing ruin my plans
Pull up on the CVS
Me and the homies enter with guns out
Put your hands up bitch
Hurry and get them funds out
Barrel aiming straight at his dome skull touch the chrome
If you move a inch of your body won't make it home
Homie do a vertical leap over the desk
Start grabbing prescription drugs off the shelves til there's nothing left
Cashier sling a bag full of money right at my chest
One handed catch like I'm deandre hopkins from on the tex
Homie still bagging up pills can't get enough
Other homie got the exit on lock we really set
Something bout catching a lic get me excited
Later on ima hit up the gram so I could flex
Then we peel out quickly hit a right soon as we exit
Slip the burner in my coat until it's time to dump the weapon
Like the rush of what I did but now my forehead sweating
Doing 90 on the wyck my friends joking bout em begging
Now my high gone I wonder if this who I wanna be
Popping percs and sipping lean you would think I need it to breath
I start joking with em you seen the look on their face
Like it's not human nature they would be shook with guns in their face
Vision get foggy
Start feeling groggy
Eyes go black
Suddenly I'm at a party
Bag still in my right so I start flaunting money
Little did I know that the cameras all on me
Gun in my left so I wave that round
Said this is not a toy know the clips got rounds
Homie flash his drink in the lens right quick
This is real street shit
End up 6 feet down
He riding in a benz popping Percs with his friends
Caught a flick of the dash I seen him post it on the gram
He looking a little lit might be under the influence
He doing this shit again
Pull up in the whip
Parked in front of my crib
I'm like how could he afford that
Wonder what he did
I was playing the bodyguard since we was little kids
If you touched my little cousins we fighting that's how we lived
Headed to the back like how you holding up
Really ain't shit you already know what's up
Busy making moves stacking bread on top of bread
This job I got been paying ran into a little luck
He smirked
You take me for a fool lil nigga
We laughed
You really think this shit is cool lil nigga
The feds don't play they gon let you think you safe
Until they run up in your crib
Let me school you nigga
All those ones you call your brothers
They don't really got your back
Prison time will make your allied forces morph into some rats
Be careful
I don't care about them
I care about you
I would never tell my family something that isn't true
Take the money you got saved
We could put it towards the music
You could leave the past behind
We could really make some moves
I don't wanna see you die
I don't wanna see you knocked
Sure enough weeks later
Caught my cousin on the news like

Written by:
Victor Caldenario, Victor Candelario

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