Finish Lines

You may not know me, but

I'ma legend to my brethren

Them never actin' funny over money I just represent

Try and leave the trap but I'm more active then I've ever been

Loss after loss, ****, feelin' like I never win

I don't put my soul on all of yo for y'all to party on

Do this for the vultures, the culture to put my woadies on

Blowin' iller dotie gon' my full cold soda warm

I'm in the kitchen, bitchin 'bout me goin' to court tomorrow

Made the new usin' rifles breakin' bible rules

We just some po-po with choppers like bike crew

Learn how to cook from a custom

No to cut it too much though

Find a spot, open shop, and I went for the gusto

Ain't no detours just G4's now

Long paper strong enough that we could beat laws down

My violent course of action, course gon' leave yo ass crossed out

Sleepers like the reaper, cousin and I keep one closed eye

Two or three, four five

Just for these cold times

**** don't know what I've been through

Just to speak those lines

Put a smile on my city face

Every acquitted case

Left the judge and the DA with a bitter taste

Money matters, nothin' else

A lotta and nothin' less

Sill prayin' for them true players under false arrest

Been so close to death I smelt the last one on his breath

Pastor tried to baptize me, fucked around and got possessed

Put that on my chain and that lil' vein in my neck

Yeah, that list gettin' shorter, shorty, you might be next

Upgraded all my rollies with the bigger rocks

Bigger guns, yeah I'm double baggin' **** watch