Stefan Goreé - Military текст песни

Live from the D, area 313
Got Nationwide Power but they still hate on me Live from the D, 7 mile 313
Young king Ace, these niggas plot on me Keep talking, meet the AR-15
Keep talking, swear to God you’ll make a scene
Strapped up like the military, put you in the cemetery
Nigga yo cash imaginary, fuck with me and get buried
Nigga I know Crips, I know Bloods
My killers, they don’t give no fucks
My killers, they’ll smoke ya like crud
Leave yo' ass flat in the mud
Nigga I crawled out a rut
Choppas like nuts, yeah they bust
Shoot if you start up a fuss
Cold world fucked up my trust
Nigga i’ll switch up my flow
More than fake friends turn to hoes
Spit crack and niggas want more
Time to spit it fasho
Hop on a track and i’ll wreck it Put me wherever the best is I do not fuck with no lean
I only fuck with that green
Nigga, you already know i’m bout my paper
Try to knock my grind, and you’ll see that red laser
Don’t disturb me unless you want «Problems», 6LACK
I can hit yo' dreamgirl my dude and that’s a fact
Call that hoe a gas station, so many people been in her
Big dawg, yo recognition negative like integers
I fatality that punani, nigga like finish her
You should understand that, I can’t put it simpler
Live from the D, area 313
Got Nationwide Power but they still hate on me Live from the D, 7 mile 313
Young king Ace, these niggas plot on me Keep talking, meet the AR-15
Keep talking, swear to God you’ll make a scene
Strapped up like the military, put you in the cemetery
Nigga yo cash imaginary, fuck with me and get buried
I got my dawgs with me and they like to kill shit
Choppas get to spraying like them bitches had a kill switch
If you disrespect the gang, then you will get a full clip
They aiming at yo fucking head, and not your hip
You know that they trained to go They mom’s did not raise no hoe
Better pick if you gang or you foe
You kiss her we ran that hoe
You know me, no need for intros
Niggas ain’t gangstas they hoes
Niggas hate fans on the low
Choppas for real, not for show
Suge Knight on niggas, send a goofy to Death Row
If you talking crazy, then you wishing for death though
Call me Lyfe Jennings, cause that was so Lucid
Not Chris Brown, but I swear this shit so exclusive
If the track could talk, it would call me abusive
When these fools talk swear that shit is so amusive
Can’t describe them killers cause that is too elusive
But them bullets only know what is protrusive
Live from the D, area 313
Got Nationwide Power but they still hate on me Live from the D, 7 mile 313
Young king Ace, these niggas plot on me Keep talking, meet the AR-15
Keep talking, swear to God you’ll make a scene
Strapped up like the military, put you in the cemetery
Nigga yo cash imaginary, fuck with me and get buried