Rumors
Yeah, say, Dick, where you at?
Ayy, I'm about to come get in your face
(Ayy, find me two niggas)
(Find me the one that can say he stuck his dick in me)
(And find me the one that can say I told on him)
(You could blow my brains out)
God forgive me, I'm a sinner
License plate reader, pray this contraption block the signal
Built a case on me, mailed it, but bullets did not get delivered
Face brrt, my signature, envelope return to sender
.32 off the magazine, MAC-11, awkward feeling
Dealers bad, Polo, T, they was there for me, I can feel it
Whole unit held nuts on me talkin' 'bout me to play they bitches
Whole unit would duck on me, when it's up, I'm in the trenches
Me and Stroke great minded, Carlo windows tinted, mind your business
When it's unimportant to you, you don't even give a mention
Keep my name in his penis seater, he must be in his feelings
Luca Brasi, big general, reaching blocks to my lieutenant
Set the tone in the interview, they tune in and say it's healing
Willie Chisme a lobby, please, I just said a prayer for Gillie
Old friend, big brother snitching and he ain't get him injured
Before you speak on me, look, please go find me them two niggas
Find me one who stuck dick in the other one I sent to prison
Shell catcher, smell like fingernail polish when it krrt
Paramedics, yeah, put the yellow tape around the trap
When we was chirrin'
Too much cup, we accidentally caught a hat
Told my uncle no more fast lane, he told me you'll be back
He told me you ain't commit murder, lil' one did that to hisself
Coca-cola, soda bath, yoga class to make it stretch
My conscience be messin' with me
Make me think I need some help, hmm
Just turned on the digit in the kitchen by myself made
Stand up you ain't got two heads under your belt and pick your pants up
Zip something in the can, I know how to- off the handcuffs
Calling home to Boobie, bought me 'cause I ain't walk with no cowards
Exed out one of my partners 'cause he don't keep it one thousand
Used to share each other clothes over products or public housing
Only rock with the real, really solo how I be rocking
One day I pray to God to send me beaucoup bricks of powder
Taught us (?)
Boiling water, I got power
Two black eyes, a broken nose, when I had fought 'cause I got crowded
Nowadays for he who try and catch your mom and upside down
Graduated to Waffle House, back then it used to be McDonald's
Hmm, Creative Recreations, pima cotton and Polo collars
Hmm, drop the ball cap, pull up, park the whip pop out it
Monster status, silver back
You got to yard under the towers
Long as I'm here, make sure Mucho and Mazi still receive they flowers
After this, might send a blitz, go talk to God and take a shower