[Lyric] I’m Tryna Sweet Chin Music Adrien Zenz (Ghais Guevara)

Hear my new shit better turn it up
All round the block for the pigs and the murderers, aye
Once a thief, always a burglar
Witness the horn of the land in a tourniquet, aye
They keep sayin' Ima learn from it
Don’t got no choice cause I never could run from it, aye
Stay in the crib for the summer
And don’t provoke niggas that carry a gun on em, aye

Breed of a God, city of strife
Hit with a left, pray he alright
Fuck with the gang, earnin' ya stripes
Shit be deeper than a stereotype
Death bе hittin' like a meteoritе
They be Chikatilo over property rights
He was teethin' when he caught em a body
Breedin' a killer like Grisha
Got feds in my DMs the profile
Don't got no picture
Gun was too dirty so bro had to toss it
But he be tossin in the bed cause he miss her
Got to attached to the killin
He movin stupid like Z, Y, X, double you better lay low
Fight the order like Bobby Sands
But I’m movin' like Bobby Johnson with potatoes, uh
Felons during antebellum bedlam, fuck yo statue
Stomped em out in front his bitch, he beggin' for a redo
Left em in the ICU with scars that you can't undo
And we’ll come and pull the plug to make sure he don’t pull through
Horses pull the wagon cross the street from where you bank through
They know that I'm gung ho, ain’t gotta be no gumshoe
A&Rs like, “Stop the politics” and I’m like “fuck you”
I can’t sell my soul cause you can’t price tag my uhuru