Spike Lee
Anametogoby
GENRE
High off the biscotti I feel like I’m boutta go collapse
Chilling with a thotty her body look like an hourglass
Time been running out so I flipped bitch and I smacked her ass
Now I got some time so pour me some wine and roll different grass
Mixing up my highs like overlays on Beyoncé tracks
Need a track with Kanye called Jesus walking into the trap
Play this song in church as long it’s on the block
Play this song and learn I got something that no one got
This boutta be a story of rhymes and no lies
The story might get gory with knives and .45s
I ain’t wanna do it but god had to put me there
I ain’t wanna tell it but fuck it I’ll tell it here
I pulled up to the party with onе hand and one band, deep like 10 cans, plus Percocеt 30 milligrams
That I got from surgery baby I ain’t a feen, but when I got the script I was poppin and selling (sheesh)
I walked into the back cause I heard some randoms who rhyming
Shit, perfect timing, in the cypher I’m vibing
Going off the top with some people I never met
The west what I represent I’m surprised that they showed respect
Cause we was on the other side of town
I don’t usually go over the bridge, but the party sounded so loud
The cypher getting lit and they even passing me loud
My homie walked out and that’s when it went down
A red bubble jacket, clear what he was jacking
No gat, but pack packin, dumb cat didn’t know where he at
He saw me, but before he could give me dap, the same cats who rap pushed me and grabbed his pack
And then smacked and then punched and then kicked
I was in the mix trynna pull out my homie kid
Got thrown back by one of the rapping dudes
He put a knife to my neck and said “NO QUICK MOVES”
By this time they deep and all of this in the street
I can’t move the knife started making my neck leak
They chased homie through some bushes with 10 heads
30 seconds passed they was laughing and all fled
My solider finally answered his phone and came out the den
We was searching through the bushes hoping homie wasn’t dead
Looked for like 20 minutes and we didn’t find shit
Circled every block did I mention I had the whip?
I was feeling bent, I only had one hand
Preparing for the war, could barely even stand
Went to big homie crib hoping he would even care
The other homie was there trynna duck his cab fare
He was covered in blood in boxers a ripped shirt
Seeing him like that had got me ready to murk
Went inside the crib, grabbed bats, sticks, and knives
Then got back into the whip and big homie told me to drive
Pulled up to the scene and we saw the jacket off rip
Was rolling with some bloods and the jacket held by a crip
Hopped up out the whip and some bodies started to fall
Felt like Ash Ketchum cause really we caught em all
Pulled a knife out a homie, wrapped my shirt around his leg
Got the jacket back to homie, god damn it been day
Heard the baseball bat crack damn holy shit
Should have never hit the stain that boy got his head split
So we dipped yeah we drove it was all said and done
After that I kept it calm cause that banging isn’t fun
I’m a Millerszn solider this a family not a gang
And the szn never over girl come over we can hang
Chilling with a thotty her body look like an hourglass
Time been running out so I flipped bitch and I smacked her ass
Now I got some time so pour me some wine and roll different grass
Mixing up my highs like overlays on Beyoncé tracks
Need a track with Kanye called Jesus walking into the trap
Play this song in church as long it’s on the block
Play this song and learn I got something that no one got
This boutta be a story of rhymes and no lies
The story might get gory with knives and .45s
I ain’t wanna do it but god had to put me there
I ain’t wanna tell it but fuck it I’ll tell it here
I pulled up to the party with onе hand and one band, deep like 10 cans, plus Percocеt 30 milligrams
That I got from surgery baby I ain’t a feen, but when I got the script I was poppin and selling (sheesh)
I walked into the back cause I heard some randoms who rhyming
Shit, perfect timing, in the cypher I’m vibing
Going off the top with some people I never met
The west what I represent I’m surprised that they showed respect
Cause we was on the other side of town
I don’t usually go over the bridge, but the party sounded so loud
The cypher getting lit and they even passing me loud
My homie walked out and that’s when it went down
A red bubble jacket, clear what he was jacking
No gat, but pack packin, dumb cat didn’t know where he at
He saw me, but before he could give me dap, the same cats who rap pushed me and grabbed his pack
And then smacked and then punched and then kicked
I was in the mix trynna pull out my homie kid
Got thrown back by one of the rapping dudes
He put a knife to my neck and said “NO QUICK MOVES”
By this time they deep and all of this in the street
I can’t move the knife started making my neck leak
They chased homie through some bushes with 10 heads
30 seconds passed they was laughing and all fled
My solider finally answered his phone and came out the den
We was searching through the bushes hoping homie wasn’t dead
Looked for like 20 minutes and we didn’t find shit
Circled every block did I mention I had the whip?
I was feeling bent, I only had one hand
Preparing for the war, could barely even stand
Went to big homie crib hoping he would even care
The other homie was there trynna duck his cab fare
He was covered in blood in boxers a ripped shirt
Seeing him like that had got me ready to murk
Went inside the crib, grabbed bats, sticks, and knives
Then got back into the whip and big homie told me to drive
Pulled up to the scene and we saw the jacket off rip
Was rolling with some bloods and the jacket held by a crip
Hopped up out the whip and some bodies started to fall
Felt like Ash Ketchum cause really we caught em all
Pulled a knife out a homie, wrapped my shirt around his leg
Got the jacket back to homie, god damn it been day
Heard the baseball bat crack damn holy shit
Should have never hit the stain that boy got his head split
So we dipped yeah we drove it was all said and done
After that I kept it calm cause that banging isn’t fun
I’m a Millerszn solider this a family not a gang
And the szn never over girl come over we can hang
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