Текст песни Head on Collision - Ak The God

Ahead of the curve geeked up like a nerd
I was down bad had to stand out and serve
I say the word my shooters purge
Run up a sac get what you deserve
My balls and my words slim that's all that I have
We waited our turn why the fuck is you mad
We waited our turn why the fuck is you mad

I'm working the spot as we speak
I cut it thin but my pockets obese
I'ma pull of the lot in a beast
Tires screech you can't get no sleep
Ran it up man I'm out yo reach
No we can't kick it I don't wanna meet
Gotcha lil freak lil nigga come get her
She on a mission different positions
No competition not enough vision
Rolling these runtz thanking bout Uncle Jimmy
I'm Not religious my Loubitins Christian
Not signed to young money but I'm in Chanel
We came from nothing you really cant tell
These 100s and 50s disguise it so well yea
She on her knees like she saying a prayer

Big ol playa ya
Campaign like the mayor ya
Flow sick ain't feeling well
Fly her out no Kiss and tell
Opps coming up missing
Issa head on collision
Spot beating you can hear it
Vvs blowing kisses
I ain't been keeping the score
I just been swanging the door
Thin line between balling and broke
I rope a dope with my back on the ropes you Know
Big Ol playa ya
Campaign like the Mayor yea
Got some patnas didn't live to tell
Got some homies I'ma send em mail

Move thru the city in sum you can't spot
I'm not a star I'm still trappin it out
We ain't have much had to ration it out
I hit decline if you ain't cashing out
Master plan had to map it out
I was taking risk fuck it roll the dice
They gone cap you down when they know you right
When you in the dark they don't give you light
I'ma jugg everyday Aint no other way
I want all the smoke he don't wanna vape
Palm Angel pant but the hoodie Bape
Ranned it up in a whole other state
LongMoney to a whole 100k
From the slums now we having our way
Fuck the crumbs dawg I want a bigger plate
Homie flaw we gone put him on a plate
Say ya grace then eat em
You got soldiers gotta fed em
Or they'll thank you don't need em
We balled all last season
I ain't been keeping the sco
I just been juggin with Sko
All of these bags in gotta go
Follow the code the code
Cant fall for no hoe that's just how it go

Big ol playa ya
Campaign like the mayor ya
Flow sick ain't feeling well
Fly her out no Kiss and tell
Opps coming up missing
Issa head on collision
Spot beating you can hear it
Vvs blowing kisses
I ain't been keeping the score
I just been swanging the door
Thin line between balling and broke
I rope a dope with my back on the ropes
Big Ol playa ya
Campaign like the Mayor yea
Got some patnas didn't live to tell
Got some homies I'ma send em mail