Death Row

DY Krazy
I'm in the A right now
I had to get the A **** real quick, man
On foenem backwards music, go
I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
N*gga living like a thug, like I'm Pac, though (Thug Life, n*gga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though
When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a n*gga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (B*tch)
Herbo really quiet, I can't lie 'bout my cheddar tho'
Really was outside, on the nine, with Berettas, oh
No bap, I ain't lyin', I got five on my schedule
So if I text "outside," come outside how I tell her
I ain't regular, I knew she was a **** when I met her
I rock thousand dollar sweaters, b*tches love me like Coachella, tell her give me some
I respect you don't address me like I'm anyone
B*tch is messy thick, she there, she got her ******* done
Oh she a dime in her city, huh? (Huh)
She like lemon lime with her Henny, huh?
You ain't choosin' n*ggas, you get diamonds from any of em'
Runaway girl, I can line up with twenty of 'em
But that ho so fine, it don't make me nothin'
Broski tried to smash, she ain't give you nothin'
Still gotta slide in my ride, with a fifty drum
City dumb, I can't have no fun, I got fifty guns (For real)
N*gga
I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
N*gga living like a thug, like I'm Pac, though (Thug Life, n*gga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though
When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a n*gga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (B*tch)
All that dumb sh*t I did really wasn't worth it, though
Don't define me by my past, ain't nobody perfect, though
I wasn't thinking 'bout the consequences, it was workin', though
I jump head first in the trap, but I had that b*tch twerkin', though (Ayy)
Who you workin' for? Tell me what you lurkin' for? (Yeah)
He just gettin' money, what you gotta murk him for? (F*ck n*gga)
Seein' n*ggas fakin', that sh*t urkin', though (That sh*t urkin')
But I'ma pull up on 'em when it's perfect, though
I can tell you what I'm worth but you can search it, though
Hands greasy by that chicken like I'm Churches, though
City bad but my block was like the worstest, though
I can't lie I took my Glock inside the church before
Summertime like the hood havin' curses
I ain't never lied in my verses
I ain't never lied when I'm merchin' it
Couple opps ain't survive at them surgeries
I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
N*gga living like a thug, like I'm Pac, though (Thug Life, n*gga)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though
When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a n*gga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (B*tch)