My Story

Oh, Sav killed it

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I got two Dracs, let's have a stand-off

I could use a shoelace and knock your man's off

Squeezing DE, tryna pop the nigga head off

He ran from the 50 cal', I done knocked the nigga leg off

Ain't really had no friends, got my first bike, took the pegs off

I only ran one time in my life, from a red dog

Body in the bando, got the streets stinking like a dead dog

Ash hit my line with some glass, that's a red call

Nigga, you ain't never drunk glass Hi-Tech

I heard they got some new drank, I wanna try that

Plus all the real drank sippers saying it taste like Act'

Fuck around and took too many Percs, I can't fight back

Fell asleep mid-stroke, she said I never nutted

Always stood my place in the line, I ain't never cut it

We can talk about pape', but that's a different subject

My nigga took two to the face, he got killed for nothing

They popped my brother in the dope house, he got killed for hustling

He pulled up in the time I needed him, he real for coming

Love my cuz to death, but I can't bring him 'round, he always steal something

And I don't really like being with Baby Ghost, he wanna kill something

Thousand blue hundreds on me now, that's a real hundred

Drinking green with the codeine, it's a teal colour

He act like he was really getting money, and she fell for it

Month later, the bitch found out he really steal from her

Got into it with my baby mama, took the kids from her

I drunk too much cough syrup, got my rib hurting

In a minute, hundred racks for a verse, an ad-lib 30

'Member when I crashed my four-wheeler, my back still hurting

And I'm too sore to fight right now, my strap still working

Boy, all you kill is pussy, my shooter killed a real person

Hit the nigga in the head, he looking real nervous

Low-top Louboutins on, got my heels hurting

They killed my brother 2013, my heart still hurting

I really don't think my heart working, I need a real surgery

Niggas taking what I said and switching it up, ain't that perjury?

I'm that ghetto nigga from the 810, you ain't heard of me?

Ghetto Boyz shit, we look at Peezy like Master P

And stop saying what you gon' do to me, that's blasphemy

And just know, I turn into C-Murder when I blast the heat

Spin around the block, cut the lights off, you just passed the street

Ain't got my heat, I woke up looking for somebody ass to beat

Niggas tried to go to war with me, I shot up half the street

So you saying give you a verse for two-thou', that's what you asking me?

If I trip and fall on this beat, don't laugh at me

What the fuck is ten-thou'? That's a stack to me

What the fuck is a Hell-cat? That's a cab to me

Bitch, you don't get no benefits if you wasn't sitting in the Lab with me

Won't put my hands on my bitch, I had a dream of her stabbing me

Too much cough syrup, I got a cavity

Need to lay back on the weed, I smoked a half a P

I got a fiend that only buy rocks, but smoke a half a week

I'ma bust the bitch down first, Mike after me

Serving white kids on eight Mile that look like Eminem

The Glock I got is a gun, that's a synonym

Baby, these are Diors, not Timberlands

Told you that's all I wear, I don't think you are listening

Golden Sun did the chain, you see it glistening

It's a snake in the grass, I heard a hiss in it

I only use this toilet here to flush dope, I don't piss in it

With a pair Amiri jeans on, they don't sell in Michigan

In a 550 Benz riding on Michelin's

This nigga bought a big pop and poured Trish in it

If you see me in the mall, I got my blick in it

And this is not standard clip in it, I got a stick in it