[Intro]
[?]
O.B.H. Records
King Ab, nigga
[Verse]
It was about money then it turned into likes
I get a whole brick then I turn into Ike
How far I got to travel determines the price
I was in them jails when they turned into mice
The judge gave triple life to my nigga Rome
He got to die three times just to make it home
Free that nigga Meek Mill, they did that nigga wrong
My dog called me from the feds, I threw away the phone
They counted us out and they doubtеd our resilience
Gavе Shotty a brick before I found out he a killer
My Pittsburgh niggas getting money like the Steelers
My baby mom tax money, I bought a vac sealer
My dirty young bul, we used to send him to the store
Now he got a body and he trying to get him more
Say bye to the mall if the feds get involved
Stick your nose in my business and your hand coming off
Rubberband every stack and it’s 500 of them
They gave me threesomes even though they’re blood cousins
Fuck apologies if the disrespect public
The only way to solve it is a bullet in your nugget
Breaking Bad with the glass, Kaze, he a chemist
If we’re talking bodies, then put Shotty in the Guinness
The feds love Skinny, guess it’s probably his image
Everybody rap about killing, I know he really did it
Could’ve been a bigger man and put the bullshit to the side
But he chose the internet, he could’ve pulled me to the side
Disgust in his life, but it’s nothing to decide
I told my niggas, “no sleep until that nigga die”
Never bite the hand of the man with the food
Synthetic dope, I turn a gram into two
Malcolm X picture with the K is my move
Pray to Allah, but I shoot like Mahmood
Never had an opp and he ain’t fear for his life
Never had a drop and ain’t turn off his lights
Eric Jones method when it comes to the white
Offer him his life if he turn down the price
Buy five twice then you burn him for ten
Feed him a story then you burn him again
Be careful ‘bout the info you share with your friends
Soon as he get interrogated, he like, “where do I begin?”
Odds was against us, now it’s leaning in our favor
I text my assassin, he come hit you like a Raider
Couple more to go, I’ll ask forgiveness for it later
My inside man guarantee it be a lay-up
[?] militant, my hustle Frank Mathis
Making money in my sleep so I’m never ain’t at it
Both feet on their neck for the time I ain’t have it
He can’t hold water, he drop dimes like he Magic
You copped off a rat, so you feeding niggas poison
He fronted you some drugs, now you thinking that he for you
I used to dry cook it, had them thinking it was oils
Now the war stories had me thinking he enjoy it
Yeah
[Outro]
O.B.H
[?]
King Ab
[?]
O.B.H. Records
King Ab, nigga
[Verse]
It was about money then it turned into likes
I get a whole brick then I turn into Ike
How far I got to travel determines the price
I was in them jails when they turned into mice
The judge gave triple life to my nigga Rome
He got to die three times just to make it home
Free that nigga Meek Mill, they did that nigga wrong
My dog called me from the feds, I threw away the phone
They counted us out and they doubtеd our resilience
Gavе Shotty a brick before I found out he a killer
My Pittsburgh niggas getting money like the Steelers
My baby mom tax money, I bought a vac sealer
My dirty young bul, we used to send him to the store
Now he got a body and he trying to get him more
Say bye to the mall if the feds get involved
Stick your nose in my business and your hand coming off
Rubberband every stack and it’s 500 of them
They gave me threesomes even though they’re blood cousins
Fuck apologies if the disrespect public
The only way to solve it is a bullet in your nugget
Breaking Bad with the glass, Kaze, he a chemist
If we’re talking bodies, then put Shotty in the Guinness
The feds love Skinny, guess it’s probably his image
Everybody rap about killing, I know he really did it
Could’ve been a bigger man and put the bullshit to the side
But he chose the internet, he could’ve pulled me to the side
Disgust in his life, but it’s nothing to decide
I told my niggas, “no sleep until that nigga die”
Never bite the hand of the man with the food
Synthetic dope, I turn a gram into two
Malcolm X picture with the K is my move
Pray to Allah, but I shoot like Mahmood
Never had an opp and he ain’t fear for his life
Never had a drop and ain’t turn off his lights
Eric Jones method when it comes to the white
Offer him his life if he turn down the price
Buy five twice then you burn him for ten
Feed him a story then you burn him again
Be careful ‘bout the info you share with your friends
Soon as he get interrogated, he like, “where do I begin?”
Odds was against us, now it’s leaning in our favor
I text my assassin, he come hit you like a Raider
Couple more to go, I’ll ask forgiveness for it later
My inside man guarantee it be a lay-up
[?] militant, my hustle Frank Mathis
Making money in my sleep so I’m never ain’t at it
Both feet on their neck for the time I ain’t have it
He can’t hold water, he drop dimes like he Magic
You copped off a rat, so you feeding niggas poison
He fronted you some drugs, now you thinking that he for you
I used to dry cook it, had them thinking it was oils
Now the war stories had me thinking he enjoy it
Yeah
[Outro]
O.B.H
[?]
King Ab
( AR-AB )
www.ChordsAZ.com