This Is What It Comes Too

Get the fuck up out the spot nigga

Burn that nigga feet up man

This nigga in here man

Fuck this nigga doin' b

Black nigga in Boston by fiends you wild ass

Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man

Sheet skin socks ass nigga right here b

What the hell is goin' on man

Light that nigga feet up son c'mon man

I done blacked out, no man is safe, your crew is cornered

Why did you think you could step over me I'm too enormous

Plus I heard you was an informant, cold brew sell 'em

Roll out the plastic, I'm about to catch a body on this

Low threat I don't make those

Soak my bullets in cyanide so when they touch you that's a case closed

Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll

Hoes I don't chase those, too much drama with 'em

Not alone, I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings

I'm on some old goldie shit chillin'

Business man baby steak, be deucin' them dollar signs

Line for line I'm dope don't mix me with Kwana

When the spike hit it'll make flatline, period

One word to describe my grind, son I'm serious

Shank docor with choppers raining on ya militants

Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealing shit

This what it comes to, wiling like the west

And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on

And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare

This what it comes to, willin' like the west

And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on

And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare

I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze

Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please

Above the law brick, beat cases, don't cop pleads

I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased

I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash

I'm a star, you a starburst sweeter than fruit

No kinda background claimed killer, then who did you shoot

Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps

Shit is real over here, say we blast on Satan

Take trips in and out of the country

Turn dark clouds to sunny, I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy

You in the hood jokin' you wanna war with me

I get your project shot down while your land lord sleep

Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions

You a killer then show me, if not then meet my savages

The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment

This what it comes to, willin' like the west

And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on

And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare

This what it comes to, willin' like the west

And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on

And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare