Lyrics

I watched their actions
I already know his next move
Say he move in silence
But not the people he next too
Rap in a way, unorthodox
So out the box
They wanna squeeze me in
Seeing the way they talk about me
Make me never wanna be seen again
I'm cool with being behind the scenes While making cream
Stupid bitch won't listen to what know about running teams
If I speak I'm trouble feeling like Jose
Only really wifey and fam don't care
What hoes say
And I won't play
Games with these ****
Gang chasing figures
Daily, opposition wanna spray me
But it's cool so do I
Your life resides inside of this piece
I pull this trigger
Leave you resting in peace
Your body deceased
Your shit getting seized
They wanna throw me out the game
Wanna hit me with a tech
Fouled the boy so flagrant
They kicked me out the rec
But the bitches love my fragrance
They begging for the sex
She love the diamonds on my necklace
Now she wanna give me neck
They want me to retire
But I wasn't ready yet
They told me to get steady
But I never got set
I had to give them fucking hand outs
So then I could get my brand out
But I really couldn't give a fuck
That's why we fuckin stand out
But the plan now is too go clear
And then make them cheer
My team name
And they know, know it's h3
Way more than my screen name
I been knew that next move
So it's no surprise
Put him in my trap now
It just lead to his demise
Can't let up till he dies
Written by: Harold E Adegbiji
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