LETRADoneNLE Choppa

Aye, done with the pills I throw away the roxies
Done with the bullshit I don't need nobody
I might just post up with a full clip right in front the projects
I seen the murder before it happened I'm a murder prophet
I'm sitting, chillin, smokin, makin a killin
Tryna make sure they they listen but I don't think that they hearing
Eyes tearing, I'm not god fearing, I just hope that god's steering
Devil interfering but this glizzy in amiri’s

They won't kill me, they won't drill me, won't peel me
Sincerley, from a nigga with no pity, no biggie
Killers killing without it wit me no Mickey
It aint no mouses that's runnin with me
They say Bryson trippin, say he changing, he acting different
Know it's really fiction so I'm changing my chapter with you
Might get in my feelings reminiscing bout past dealings
Meditating and infatuated with peace and real healing
Drug dealing, real killing, we already witnessed it
New deal for a free mill, they asking how I'm feeling
Dont feel real, couple M's, she loving how I'm live
The Shit unreal these hoes they fuccin on me just for thrills

I wish that I could get some time back
Man I gotta rewind that
Lotta shit that sent me back and knocked me off the wrong path
Thuggin check my rough draft
Give your ass a blood bath
We don't even play fair
You come here, you lay here
Hard working young nigga
They don't understand I'm tired though
Bro like what you tired for you supposed to be alive bro
Lotta shit that came to light
I was looking through blindfolds
Livin in the lies like we trapped up in a cycle
Tryna be rich like the white folks, my third eye woke
think I want a white ghost, matte black, or painted purple
Green and blue cheese, geico, blue mike n ikes hoes
Off white in the sunlight, can't forget the nikes though
Living on a tightrope, im balancing survival
Thought the concrete grew a bright rose
I'm on the right road
Potholes we dodge those and foreign whips not tahoes
I'm in a rarri, rarri, go
Calamari for the dish, while she give me deep throat
Let me know

I'm in a rarri, rarri, go
In the car with this choppa and it came with a scope
They like that's the boy from shotta flow

Aye, done with the pills I throw away the roxies
Done with the bullshit I don't need nobody
I might just post up with a full clip right in front the projects
I seen the murder before it happened I'm a murder prophet
I'm sitting, chillin, smokin, makin a killin
Tryna make sure they they listen but I don't think that they hearing
Eyes tearing, I'm not god fearing, I just hope that god's steering
Devil interfering but this glizzy in amiri’s