King-F - Felonies (feat. Fastlife Gaddafi)

Another day another problem
Before the trappin we was robbin
And fuck the snitches & informants
The streets raised us like our fathers
We ain't never have our fathers
We ain't ever trying to squash it
Tell lil bro to off him
Seeing murders made me nauseous
Paint a nigga like a portrait
Grill a nigga like some salmon
Now he need to get examined
I put a nigga on the channel
Fox 5 for example
Now his hood lighting candles
I fucked his bitch it was scandal
I'm on vacation in some sandals
Life a motherfuckin gamble
Gotta hustle taking chances
I ride with niggas and they scammers
Why so many people snitching
Stay fuck up out my businesses
We ain't grow up with a privilege
Designer glasses for my vision
I still be riding with the pistol
I still will fire like a missile
Niggas dying over bitches
Niggas dying in the trenches
Why they lying like they with us
Gaddafi my brother my family
Remember we used to split sandwiches
I'm back in the streets now they panicking
We money laundering trafficking
I take the p's out the packaging
I feeling my self like I'm arrogant
Them years in that prison it damaged me
Felonies felonies I run it up like a athlete
Felonies felonies we gotta move with integrity
Felonies damn
Why they trying charge us with felonies?
Damn damn I run it up like a athlete
Felonies felonies why they trying charge us with felonies?
Felonies felonies why they trying charge us with felonies?
Felonies felonies why they trying charge us with felonies?
100's 50's in my pocket
Got the glizzy or the chopper
Double up get the profit
Niggas snitching better stop it
All my niggas chasin millions
I know this rap but it's real shit
And the hood gotta feel it
Know a nigga bout them dividends
Get the money count them Benjamins
Search a nigga fore we let him in
Moving weight like the gym man
Got the 30 in my gym bag
Got extension in the Gym bag
Beat the cases now they Big mad
Me and Gamo on the same team
Take the chopper nigga switch beams
Remsen ave niggas serve fiends
If a nigga shoot at me
Leave a nigga dead in the streets
I ain't squashing no beef
And I ain't talking to the police
No Brakes No Rats
Play For Keeps gotta keep the heat
Niggas talking to the police
No Rats gotta keep it street

Written by:
C Coffee, Farrahd Williams

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