Gifted Lyrically - Purge

I do not care who you are
N- you know Im about mine
Had to get back on my feet
My N- done said its about time
I used to be poor...
Couldn't afford to just walk in the store
Was robbing and all
Now we collect all the money and ball

You do not know what it took to get off the streets and make cash on the books
N- was hating before now we got money and bitchie's galore whoah
People would shoot up the block
Every day N- saying it's hot
I was the scum of the earth took all I had just so I could convert yeah

You do not know what the hood do
N- is fighting for your food
And you know you gotta eat too
What the fuck load up the chopper I gotta bust
Aint nobody really care
We were dying over here
We were dying over here

This is the life i deserve
Fuck it up never flock with the birds
I was living in the purge
Niggas sing on the side of the curb
We do not know what we in for
Police is asking for info
If you snitching then you must go
If you snitching then you must go
Aye
Im willing to die for this shit
Gun on the side of my hip
Doesn't take much to be down in a ditch
These n- be lying and shit
Claiming there something that doesen't exist
Yea yea yeah
Yea yea yea yeah

I do not care who you are
N- you know Im about mine
Had to get back on my feet
My N- done said its about time
I used to be poor...
Couldn't afford to just walk in the store
Was robbing and all
Now we collect all the money and ball

Yeah
We do not know what we in for
Police is asking for info
If you snitching then you must go
If you snitching then you must go
Bank roll bank rolls
Yeah
I used to be out of control
Yeah
These N- done counted me out for the last time
They out there damn mind
All that I know is I'm coming to outshine
So get on your damn grind
Cause I aint playing with you N
Ha
I am the realest I got it
We do not wait on deposits
All that I know is I got a few bands in my pocket and I see you trying to cop it I got it all
Fuck it im labeled a beast
All of my brother will feast
Momma told me if I'm hungry I better go eat
I had to turn up the heat
BK on my back
I could never lack
Facts facts facts
BK on my back
I could never lack
Facts facts facts facts facts

I do not care who you are
N- you know Im about mine
Had to get back on my feet
My N- done said its about time
I used to be poor...
Couldn't afford to just walk in the store
Was robbing and all
Now we collect all the money and ball
Yeah

We do not know what we in for
Police is asking for info
If you snitching then you must go
If you snitching then you must go
Bank roll bank rolls
Yeah
I used to be out of control
Yeah yea yea yeah

Written by:
Festus Oziegbe

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