True Religion
(专辑: F.E.A.S.T.: Vampire Life 2 - 2012)
Don't get caught up Most of my niggas just wanna get money Fast money Every dollar comes with a
consequence Where I'm from Imagine God as he came, are we meant to sell? Just like we playing in this game, are we meant to fell? Well they can poison up your name, niggas sent from hell Or better yet it's like I'm playing in the
NFL Because I'm kneeling to the
game like T-Bow Feds watch 'em like they got me on TiVo And I'll be jumping on them planes blowing weed smoke She give 'em brains to complain about the
weed smoke And I'm a
rider boy like Steve Phill You know I
love to flap toys in the
speed boat Most niggas know the
plans but they never play Talking 'bout them AK that they never spray Or talk about places that they never stay My niggas been playing since I'm loving great Pop they crack, popping bottles in that tunnel club My first drop top, that was summer love They got me in deep, thought analyzing Used to stand over the
pot while the
grams was rising Clean your whole block like I'm sanitizing Most niggas don't see it 'til their hammer's rising His demma us, nigga choose a
side Don't get caught in cross fires when the
shoot is right And now I
built for it nigga choose a
lane Seen niggas get killed for it, choose your game I
pray to see my rights and my wrongs Forgive me for this life that was taught I
hope to see the
light of the
dawn So we hustle every day and break night to the
morn' Imagine if the
money was my new religion Power, always keep it as my true religion And if you go broke then you go to hell And if you go broke then you go to hell True religion demma sit with drug money Contract killer, we call that blood money Used to get it now they ratting for the
fuzz money Can't stand a
young'un on the
come up so they mug funny I
see no pussy nigga kill a
nigga no harsh My block hot but bail's posted with a
cold heart Milk sitting off of 25, no shot Chances of making it out the
gutter, no shot My young boys on the
come up and they busting it straight Robbing niggas ain't shit, they ain't for no hustling Bag a
bitch that's sliding for no coffin If it ain't money on my mind, just raise a
show, I'm stunting Rick's rock solid, thinking ways to break 'em quicker Dead presidents, I'm thinking ways to make 'em flicker You a
sucker for love, I'm a
heartbreaking nigga Old school rip or get the
cake to wasted, nigga I
pray to see my rights and my wrongs Forgive me for this life that was taught I
hope to see the
light of the
dawn So we hustle every day and break night to the
morn' Imagine if the
money was my new religion Power, always keep it as my true religion And if you go broke then you go to hell And if you go broke then you go to hell Hot dang, had to spend days, had to spress weeks to the
PO Plus your boys play with more keys than a
CO But now, these snitch niggas singing like Neo But talking 'bout me for how you floating 'round Nemo That ain't a
threat, that's a
promise I
had your family emotional just like Carl Thomas My bitch leam and she to live fo' She rather get fucked when I
hang 'er from out of the
car window I'm a
hustler, my dream's in the
freezer Yea, I'm fucking with keys but I
don't mean Alicia Darked out, you a G
through the
speaker My guns from across seas, it came hell a
cheaper We can go morgue nigga, sort it like Collar Band Shouts to the
peers from Clinton Max to power tab A
shit bird got to the
tax & cab They rep the
same color that be on the
maxi pad I
pray to see my rights and my wrongs Forgive me for this life that was taught I
hope to see the
light of the
dawn So we hustle every day and break night to the
morn' Imagine if the
money was my new religion Power, always keep it as my true religion And if you go broke then you go to hell And if you go broke then you go to hell