INSTANT CLASSIC, my GOD. Inject that hustler music into my veinsđ

âBrodie said âIf rap donât work, itâs back to robbinâ peopleâs housesâ
We gonâ take all they chains, we gonâ be the bosses
The world gone mad, all I see is losses
And youâll take one from me for that kiâ of raw fishâ
âI came to Philly on the run
I ride through the old neighborhood, my hand be really on my gun
I gotta make it home to raise my daughter and my sons
Itâs hard to tell my smoker âNoâ when he got three $1s
I need it all, pride always be your fall
I went from eatinâ bad to eatinâ good to couldnât eat all
I was too caught up servinâ Pete and Paul
To watch âem rob each other
And try to block each other
Wouldâve been better off goinâ half on a block together
Couldâve seen the top together
Once itâs on, itâs on forever
And it does not get better
Glocks, Berettas
Coke come butter-soft like Moroccan leatherâ
âMama, donât blame yourself
I guess I always stayed myself
When I was young I robbed some good dudes, I kinda played myself
But when you know nobodyâs cominâ, you donât scream for helpâ
âSystems got flaws in âem
Kids got saws witâ âem
Your manâs in the ICU, lookinâ like Jaws bit him
O was on the run, kept raw witâ him
Jukinâ bounty hunters like âThey shouldâve had Dog witâ âemâ
Troopers had dogs witâ âem
Shooters got vlogs witâ âem
VUFA charge, law hit âem
You done played played ball witâ âemâ
âIâm where they duck the shots
Junkies cop
Arms and legs look like they got the Monkey Poxâ
âCuz I got pain Iâll never speak on
Really went on recon missions over that re-con
Feet was stinkinâ from all them nights I slept with my sneaks onâ
âCrack in the pot, opps in the graveyard
Still scream âRIP Reezyâ and âFree AR!â
They front like they ainât fuckinâ witâ my shit, but they are
Still serve them gray pieces out the gray car
They say âYou work hard, you get to play hardâ
You sell that work hard, you sell yourself up to a state yardâ
TOO. MANY. BARS.đ„đ„¶đźâđš
