Eastside Paris - Luciano's Revenge

Yeah, (Come On P)
Look, gang shit, gang shit
Know how it go, how it go, how it get
Yeah, 57 world, 57 world, nigga
Look

Shit gettin' crazy, gettin' tricky
It's gettin' iffy
A nigga drop the five, we gon' feed that nigga plenty
The way he started runnin' would've thought his ass was Ricky

How you up the score when you niggas down by 50
I don't understand, yeah
Look, tryna get rich
All this fame wasn't in the plans

I lost my brothers to this shit, I can't make amends
Lone wolf, fuck niggas, I can't fake a friend damn
Won't take a risk, then you ain't really tryna make no bands
Built to last on all ten, I'ma take a stand

Put shit in motion come together like some prayer hands
Big boss, I make moves, I don't take demands, nigga
Yeah!

Written by:
Paris Johnson

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