Текст песни 2 Nineteen - MO3

Skit]
What′s up, bitch?
What's up, ho?
What′s poppin'?
Shit, shit, what you got goin'?
Shit, killin′ only, hit the crib,
You know it′s Rollie's birthday today so I ain′t doin' shit
Yeah, yeah, it′s my dawg's birthday today, man,
Shit, I ain′t finna do shit neither, man, uh...
Where you at?
I'm finna shoot up here to the 'yo real quick
Alright, that′s a bet, well fuck with me,
Nigga, let me know if shit ain′t look right
One hundred, be safe
Alright, bet

Yeah, uh, yeah
Before I lay down with this heat (Before I lay down with this heat)
I pray to God he let me sleep, yeah (I'm tired of havin′ bad dreams)
And if I die today (Oh)
One of these niggas, they gon' meet they maker (On Gang, turn me up)
Interviewers be askin′ me like,
"What's up with you and these rappers in the city?"
I don′t fuck with none of these bitch ass
Rappers, nigga, they scared of me, that's on gang

Tell 'em I′m ready, don′t hide now (For real)
It's up and I don′t wanna talk it out (Baow)
Stick dirty, I'm clutchin′ it, ridin' ′round
For one of these rappers, I'm finna chalk 'em out (Yeah)
Internet beef, I decline that
But in person, pull up, then I′ll walk ′em down
First we up that rapper then hit up that Sprinter
I know all about they lil' hideouts (Yeah)
Dear heavenly Father, I know that I sin
In the city they talkin′, they know what I did (For real)
I hit up that rapper, you made him famous
Yeah, he barely made it but will not again (Gang)
All I see is yellow tape and Berettas
Outside, I ain't lackin′, don't think that I′m is
Might reflect in the mirror, then devil a nigga
Will not tell a soul, just go handle my business
SayCheese tryna get in my business (My business)
I can't tell him too much, he's a blogger (He′s a blogger)
But he seen that video, nigga (Oh, he did)
So he know that I′m 'bout what I′m talkin' (That′s on God)
Laws askin' ′bout a body in Fort Worth (What?)
Had my show but I do not recall it (I don't know)
You heard that rapper got shot on the tow-way? (Uh-uh)
No, I don't, who? Whatchamacallit? (Gang)

Yellin′ murder, murder
Tell ′em better be careful when we serve up
They say they gon' murk us, gon′ hurt us
Guess I gotta dirt one, go get a shirt for him, uh-uh
This is murder, murder
Knowin' I ain′t worried when I skrrt it down
Ridin' with that thirty, catch ′em lurking
Guess I gotta dirt somethin', go get a shirt for him, uh-uh

Heard that they keep talkin' reckless (What?)
Oh, they talkin′ outside of they neck? (They neck?)
Heard he put ten on my head (My head)
So his shooter gon′ end up in debt (For real)
How you gon' pay for a body (A body)
Then tell the police I′m a threat? (You's a ho)
They on IG playin′ gangster (What?)
So I will not respond to that mess (Yeah)
Body for body, we catch 'em lackin′ right outside of the lobby
Tell 'em come down the block with that thing (Yeah)
Police conviction 'cause these niggas snitchin′
Keep it in the streets, I will not say a thing (No)
This rap shit is politics, I am not with it
They say that it′s smoke but they writin' down names (What?)
This my apology for anybody that jump in my way
Take that to the grave
They say they gon′ kill me, well hurry up (What?)
'Cause my son and my nephew gon′ murder some' (Brrt)
We catch ′em lackin', they on the run (Yeah)
We walk 'em down with all thirty some′ (Thirty some′)
I'm in Oak Cliff at my daddy shop (What?)
On Saner with Sean, I ain′t scared of nothin' (I ain′t)
'Cause really, I live what I rap about (I do)
So these niggas know how I′m comin', gang

Ayy, ayy
Please leave me alone, I don't want no smoke, I don′t want no friction
I′m scared, I'm scared, I′m a scary ass friendly ass rapper
Please leave me alone, these niggas tellin' on me
I don′t want to go to jail, I don't want to do none of that
Please leave me alone

Yellin′ murder, murder
Tell 'em better be careful when we serve up
They say they gon' murk us, gon′ hurt us
Guess I gotta dirt one, go get a shirt for him, uh-uh
This is murder, murder
Knowin′ I ain't worried when I skrrt it down
Ridin′ with that thirty, catch 'em lurking
Guess I gotta dirt somethin′, go get a shirt for him, uh-uh

Oh, oh, oh, uh-uh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-uh
I can hear my granny say, "Nuh-uh"
Uh-uh, so uh-uh, yeah
On somethin' with three lines, gang, HSM
It′s 2 Nineteen, bitch, RIP R-Lee
Enjoy life, smile every day, nigga
For real