Turned Me Cold

(Mama, mama, mama, I just shot a man down

In central station, in front of a big ol' crowd)

I made a mistake, fuck

God's Father mixtape

I'm a keep it real

Y'all mother fuckers pushing me to the limit

I know y'all suckers from the hood want me to catch a couple more of them stripes and just be down bad

Somebody help, I think I made a mistake

I just shot a man down, put him in his place

He put his hands on me, had to break his face

I'm sorry Jesus Christ, that shh felt great

When niggas pimp on me that's when niggas get killed

Put that shit in the air just so you niggas can feel

How I motherfucking feel when I pop that field

When I ride out on him and I dump your body

Fuck you pussy ass niggas I ain't never forgot it

You niggas think it's a game choppas ring like phones

I ain't got no taxes, and them niggas on my pay roll

I'm a hit man, I ain't no bitch I keep myself that's on big man

I ain't like these other niggas dick sucking on the goons

Bitch I 187 that's on my momma

Play with me again I guarantee I'll make an example

All my guns got beams, want a sample?

Don't play both sides you a faggot and snitch

That's why you never speak because you're a fucking bitch

And fuck your dreads and fuck your gold teeth

And fuck your life nigga that's where the ends meet

(Mama I just shot a man down

In central station in front of a big ol' crowd)

I need some help

Now I'm sitting in intake taking everything out my pocket

Police couldn't stop it

I'm not trying to hide it, I'm a do it I'm a do it

I'm lurking in the streets no car that's how I'm moving

B bought him a Bentley and still shoot you

My guns hit like bass drums from Lex Luger

And blog about this I ain't got no money bitch I'm trapping

I'm on the streets nigga, shouts out to acting

I guess I gotta get some more stripes

I gotta pull a Gucci Mane and hit a nigga in his chest like

Real situation happen way past rapping

Streets up to y'all dope sacking

I got a crack in the burrio that's coolio

I'm making suckers work, dope up in your booty hole

Fuck all you suckers call me Don Julio

Rawest rapper can't see me in the studio bitch

And that's some real shit

Ey put the pistol on the table for all them suckers

Cause I'm killing the rap game

But on the real note stop all this bullying

If someone is bullying you tell the police

People keep picking on me at school

He shoved me out my locker and I'm a cool dude

I ain't even do nothing he just trying to punk me

Made High School hard man called me all ugly

I walked across the street every time that I seen him

Until I shot his house up now that bitch ain't breathing

And it's all for the hood cause you niggas with stripes

It's slave trades going on getting sold at night

I'm a true American because I'm violent with slaves

I got some hate in my heart, the people made it that way

It's Lil B

God's Father Mixtape

(Yes)

Save my soul

I got a heard of gold

But people turned me cold