Story - BiC Fizzle
Lyrics by：Carl Hampton/Donovan Wells/Homer Banks/Jeremiah Northern/Raymond Jackson
No book I'm ripping pages tryna write like find the one strip
Mindset on them millions my confidence on a forklift
Hustlin' is the only way you gettin' it if you're from here
Forty shells in a gun clip nothin' but hate ain't no love here
Narcs on the block a dead body another homicide
His D O A hurt everybody another mama cryin'
Sit alone thinkin' with my thoughts in a room ain't got nothin' but time
People asking me where my feelings went I ain't seen 'em in a while
Tell 'em Put RahRah back up on the block he ain't commit no crimes
I roll a blunt sit back and meditate thinkin' while time flying
I was just a baby now I got diamonds every time I shine
And I don't like when people 'round 'cause folks be tryna slime a slime
Front court ain't even half time front court watch me hit the bay line
Ten to one J up the sco' by eight or nine no feelin' and my only fear is not working I'm ready to grind
Chase the money not wasting time
When n***a like me out here cussin' dying red light he switchin' stop signs
Fifteen when I shot my first deuce slide weeks later mama get me baptized
Seen **** in the hood left me traumatized
That's why I stay with my MC Hammer side
I'ma go get the trophy Brady
That's why I be winning so much that's crazy
Gave me the cape and know I can't save it
'Fore I go leave millions to all my unborn babies
You hear me
