RUNTY - MURDER CASE

I set my decoy this nigga tried to set me up
Like all I made is counting music
Like I was never gonna go broke again nigga
Pay some bills
Find out my check house doors
Lean on quartz nigga
Like you know how it is
I'm right down in this race
Coz I'm tryna push my limit
Got em bags got em rack
Couldn't tell bout no real digits
We're outside we'd be racing
I just pushed a hell on gas
We've got cops on the street
Bruh depletion getting funny
Why you tryna make a name
When there's nothing really for me
People say they got your back
Bruh that shit is real deceit
Never put in all your trust
On all the things you see out the street
Am tryna turn in all my pains
Ain't not something different for me
Always stand by the cash
Prolly get a lot of proof
Why y'all hating on a nigga
Talk bout menance in the society
He cocked a gun then he came out
With the rings man that's some rifle
Bullets popping out like rings
Like he could prolly catch a thief
He'd be acting so dramatic
I could tell you shit is static
Bruh it prolly feels like magic
You can't get it feels so laggy
Wore some jeans it feels so baggy
Where they from they're from the south east
Bullet games I never had it
What's the plan I'd be so tragic
It ain't easy like it ain't easy
Y'all know how it is
There's no way that we gon end in my future
You must be there so
Coz we ain't no hater's there
Am tryna bring up a name yeah
I was down when I heard I can never let go
Cocking guns in my city
Man we got the pay roll
They be standing by your side
Man that shit is j rolled
We out the trenches, northside
Get em bags that's your right
They all say they got my back
What you saying lazer tags
Double gees they shot the feds
Why y'all running get the racks
One hundred thousand for the brand
Where you from that's where you stand
Man I got a new patek
Diamonds clinging on my neck
I got vvs on deck
Iced out buss down be the next
Shopping tags man that's some racks
In the city spree some cash
Where we left that's where they at
We put em switches on the glock
Double g's and lazer tags
Why you talking guten tags
Love or hate we hate your block
Up in the studio 6 o'clock
I got my gang they got their glocks
I call em brother's we are one
You cross our path we take u down
Doesn't matter if you drown
Two angels they got my crown
Double cross man you a clown nigga
Am just tryna be myself
Make music how I make music
Tryna be Unique
I ain't i aint bout no competition
I ain't i aint bout no competition
Coz it's scary out there
So I just stay in my lane
We've got a team I made the plays
Not supposed to change the game
I've got my gangsters dropping projects
Now they drip on all amiri
When i get up high so firm
Day and night we spin the corner
When a nigga try to snitch
That'll be trials and tribulations
They gon ride they gon slide
While we working on our project
We having our way codeine coming
Pocket sliding that's the real deal
My diamond flawless coz it feels like I just stepped outta space
I just stepped outta space
I just stepped outta space
Niggas tripping bout some shit
What's the point it feels so crazy
I got forces why you stressing
I just copped a lethal weapon
Lean on glocks
Fuck the cops
Spin up rocks and kill the opps
What you saying we rule the block
They can never feel my pain
So I Can't let 'em end my name
You Heard that shit that they proclaim
Why they tryna get you framed
They be the rivals in the game
Man I tell you shit is lame
They can never be ashame
What's the clue his name is James
He rocks a buss down new patek nahh
He rocks a buss down new patek nigga
Yeah so icy

Written by:
Able Anuba

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