Chop

Walked in the bando I look like I hit a lick Big metal blick best friends with my hip I don't play sides I just shoot and see who die Full 50 bag we gon smoke you and I We be smokin that high grade Living our high days It ain't take long to find out that crime pays I'm along for the ride long as we doing it my way Yea I'm only 16 I be living like shit but I still got one dream One day imma be on a stage crowd gonna sing my rehearsals And I'm still purchasing Louis duffel bags from Virgil My clan just merked you Back my shank before I hurt you Woah bro why you so aggressive for Turn your head to me and I'll break ya jaw Ain't just me I'm bringing 40 more Just to come and assault you Talk more imma fold you My Glock on auto bitch yeah My glock on auto bitch I'm a big dog like chop Everybody get turnt when the motherfuckin mic drop Imma bark on you like chop Bring a mark to the ground maul his ass and my jaw lock Yea I'm smoking high grade pot We ain't joking what we toke in my cities illegal What they doing I ain't doing it equal When I blow up I'm bringing my people Aye yk what's goin on the L to the E On that debut LP Yo this wasn't even apart of the song I had to extend this shit shit was too short Since the age of 13 I been writing rhymes Now I'm 18 tryna make papes and rock mics Tryna drop dimes on this new generation I'm apart of it but it's still ruled by hatred Still ruled by judgers still ruled by matrix I live life on a day to day basis I'm more like an alien with mixed races The ghettos and the places I been seen many faces But seem to never make my own cream but watch These youngins get figures im tryna stack to the top For the long run my digits too many zeros to count That fat full amount tryna make my loot then I'm out But really MCings something I do professionally And especially my initials can back that statement my G So before you come my way with them non loving vibes Think again coz a diss won't be too hard to write dawg I feel like a bulletproof man that's toking on grams Since last last year I been crazy fam So no doc can help me no block can shake me Tie me up and get the chainsaw goin I'm still not blowing The cover that I got my mouth is zip tied shut Body bag em up you fucking with the (?) cuz I got ties like the collar on a shirt So save your own life and don't get fucking merked jerk You gonna get hurt if you try me And I say it righteously I'm as pure as the people treat me But still I am one with the people I am one with the people