Grip, IceColdBishop, AHYES - Bishop Speaks ... Matter

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Big homie, had a high point 9 mm, selling dope all in the classroom
If he get caught, probably kill a teacher
Crackhead, tryin' to steal his speakers
Jack boy, tryin' to take his sneakers
Plug trippin', I can get it cheaper
But he still callin' up a nigga phone
I don’t want the dope no more
All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga knows is get dough
All a nigga- hol' up, yeah, wait, I don’t want the dope no more,
I don’t want the dope no more
All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga do is kick door
I need a flat-head screwdriver, acting like a bitch, I’ll get a new driver
Rollin' with a couple two-timers, double back boys yea the tool timers
Yeah, I see ya whole crew shinin', thank you niggas for the new diamonds
Thank you niggas for the earrings, shot by his face and made his ear ring
Half a gram on the porcelain, I will never be poor again
Uncle turned to a Muslim, start smoking crack and now he eating pork again
I just watched my nigga snort a 8th, ridin' round with a.38
Smokin' dope since he was 38, he was like «Look, nephew, Goddamn»
I don’t want the dope no more
All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga knows is get dough
All a nigga- hol' up, yeah, wait, I don’t want the dope no more,
I don’t want the dope no more
All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga do is kick door
What’s the matter? Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them
guns go rattatata?
I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like
dark matter
What’s the matter? Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them
guns go rattatata?
I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like
dark matter
Who knew we’d tote choppers when Grams was watching soap operas?
No poppers, we wasn’t coached proper, the pole poppin’ll knock the soul out ya
Live by street law, never tell pigs what we saw
This shit is Skee-Ball, make it up the hill then you free fall
This a nightmare you can’t sleep off
No Ambien can drown out the randomness of an ambulance, cannabis can’t grant
you a thick enough smokescreen
To block out hoes' dreams and desperation of a dope fiend
My hands been dirty, I’m not sure if this something soap cleans but I’m
scrubbin' and scrubbin' and fuck
Snuck in a club with a snub again and ended up bustin' in parking lot when that
bitch close
Told cousin to meet me on Covington at Citgo
Temp is bubblin', senses is doublin', right back to scrubbin' and scrubbin' and
scrubbin' it
Dark thoughts hovering, that the idea of me strugglin'
So needless to say I’m right back at it again, strapped and strapped for cash
and willing to take a crack at it for ends
What’s the matter? Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them
guns go rattatata?
I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like
dark matter
What’s the matter? Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them
guns go rattatata?
I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like
dark-