Y.b.c - A grimey tale

I love nobody fuck 'em all I put my love in act
Ever since D.R got killed it's like I can't relax
Drugs get it off my mind I threw me back a flat
When me & 4orty ina field we be moving tact
They wanna get me off the streets the word is I'ma threat
They can't fuck with me look how I'm drippin' sauce
Opposition want the drop they trynna knock me off
Hoes want me to chase em no you not liquor broad
Too many people died I love that I can't touch again
I'ma ride for my 7s until the very end
Me & Slim we got two glockies bitch we trynna spin
All opps gotta die fuck if you my kin
Glock 7 on me I'm working with big Ben
Ina field with eagle vision no I don't pretend
He was talking out his ass now he pass tense
To get smoke & be a pack now a days a trend
Ina park you gotta move ona swivel
Ranking wise I'm Zion so you Nasir Little
They got Glizzy locked down he not a criminal
It hurt my soul to hear boomba dropped two nickels
If you my homie when you shoot I'ma follow up
Every time it get wicked that feelin' in my gut
First time getting shot at I was super stuck
3-O grab me by the shirt & we start kickin' dust
We was ina trenches broke sharing crumbs
I can't spare a witness cuz he might say some
Ina field we blitzing Lowkey like Chase Young
It do get vicious we pull up & just dump
Hell yeah I'm finna blow I know my time is coming
I showed Kaos my stats he like who I'm becoming
Mayham told me Tales from Seven got the city jumping
L.D told me spit my thought because it's all or nothing
Atkins Ave my street lil boy I'm never running
Ina field you will never catch a 7 ducking
Hood bitch acting shady I just wanna fuck
Once I stop hitting you bitch outta luck
Don't hit my phone when I'm you see me in that Bentley truck
I'll let you get close but if you touch you eating dust
Free all my 7s they labeled all my bros as felons
So much tears I done shed I swear my eyes is swelling
We was ina trenches broke sharing crumbs
I can't spare a witness cuz he might say some
Ina field we blitzing Lowkey like Chase Young
It do get vicious we pull up & just dump
We was ina trenches broke sharing crumbs
I can't spare a witness cuz he might say some
Ina field we blitzing Lowkey like Chase Young
It do get vicious we pull up & just dump
A Grimey Tale
Ima keep it just like that
No cap rap

Writers: Kasaan Clarke

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