Текст песни 613 - J.V

In the 'haven with the killers 'fore Mother Teresa was a saint
Saw my opps in a Beamer
Spray the block ain't no debate
Shots outside
Let the dogs out open the gate
Hop out of the porch bandana tied up ain't no escape
Reppin' the city that never sleeps
Talking bout OT ramsey my bape
Same way I bleed you can bleed
Any last words? Start saying grace
I ain't taking no side piece cuz that ain't who I am
That ain't my place
Stay on the block with the glocky on me
Scouting ahead keeping my base

4,5,6,7-Eleven
Sending them shots to whoever
613 that's forever
Shawty got a taste then I let her

Baby come ride with me
I bring you from TOR back to OT
Spliff off the blunt to find the peace
Spinning the block at the 613
We right outside (Took the mic out)
We went for a ride (Filling the lobby up)
Looking for strife (I gotta show up)
I gotta provide
Outside with the Mac
Hugging the block out as hard as it gets
Scouting ahead
But watching all angles nobody had my back
Hard to unpack
Gotta move smarter
Moving in silence but taking loud steps
Cover the tracks puttin' the crack in my socks and sell it for packs
Equivalent exchange covered in black

4,5,6,7-Eleven
Sending them shots to whoever
613 that's forever
Shawty got a taste then I let her
4,5,6,7-Eleven
Sending them shots to whoever
613 that's forever
Shawty got a taste then I let her