EJ Mackavelli - Lullaby

I knew of 187s
Before my 123 lullaby’s
My gangstas still praying to heaven,
Even though it’s much hell stuck inside
Every time I pass 56,
I just cross my chest like gunna why
I swear I told em a hundred times
Baby I’m right where the gutta lies
They know that it’s g lah
Knee high, all since a gerb
You opps talk to officers,
Then rap about spinning a curb,
Like how absurd
Whole lotta chatter to chit
But I, I vowed I won’t chatter on shit
It’s Mr. no politick
Glass Jaw, glass jaw I might shatter they shit
Back off quicker, don’t get yo wiggity iggidty splattered or split
E Mack you lit, bitch I’m the blaze,
I dare em to pass me a blick
I got it mapped out, and aligned
Switch the fast route, then I’m gone
I need the cash out all the time
These niggas got no, no spine
Some of these rappers is pussy
Momma I’m smelling they fear
Some of these rappers is sweeter than cookies
Dial a call, and they letting in flare
Vision on double 20s like the year
Woo when you see us, up it in the air
Double L P S, smoke never clears
Smoke never clears
And I gotta question, who fessing me up
Setting the tone there’s no setting me up
Out for blue cheddar, keep recipes tucked
And I’m cooking whoever that’s next to be up
Wassup
Had to coke up my flow for feen bags
Got sickest of flows grab Kleenex ,
Giving terror 04 make em lean back
Fuck da law I make em fold where he crease at
They know not to fuck around,
They know not to play,
Aye
They know not to fuck around
They know not to play
Aye
I knew of 187s
Before my 123 lullaby’s
My gangstas still praying to heaven,
Even though it’s much hell stuck inside
Every time I pass 56,
I just cross my chest like gunna why
I swear I told em a hundred times
Baby I’m right where the gutta lies
And they know that it’s G Lah

Written by:
Eric Mack

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find