All Cancer

Bitch its smoke behind my name

U gon find out today

Play wot chance dinero

Ima whoop u like a slave

Yea i had da twenty two

Lil johnny had da gage

Man i swear they needa free lil jarred out the cage

Yea its smoke behind my name tell me how u wanna play that

U really want some smoke
The lil nigga just say that

My nigga jessie died
Me and him we go way back

I put some bands up
Yea my momma said just save that

Im trynna see a fuckin mill
Cause then i can fuckin chill

All them days in concord trynna eat a fuckin meal

Then i get up inna booth trynna get a fuckin deal

Jason yea he wit me too and uk he got the steal

He ain't got it for no reason
Yea u know he gone squeeze it

If we fuckin take yo shit
Yea uk we gon keep it

U can't get yo shit back
Lil nigga better believe it

Then i ship it off to sosa
Yea my nigga gon recieve

I ain't talkin fooball
But uk i got the sack

I ain't worried bout no nigga
Trynna take my fuckin pack

If a nigga want some pressure
Ima put his shit on flat

Take his body to the ocean
Swing him in like a bat

Yea we really off the porch
And uk we toat the torch

Yea we got that fuckin poka
U can call that shit a fork

Scoop his ass like a spoon
Gettin high like a ballon

When we see him we gon get him
We gon hit him with the boom

Ima call my nigga zay

Fuck wit him
And ima spray

7th grade lunch room

He punched a nigga inna face

Yea i swear that we on go
This ain't no fuckin cap rap

When yall get up onna track
I swear yall niggas rap cap

Yea yall niggs ain't on shit
I swear yall niggas is not wit it

Yall niggas fake tough but u pussy
I dont get it

Im finna smoke a wood
Im finna match my nigga trenis

Its smoke wit him too
He gon aim it at yo fitted

So my best advice to ya
Is dont fw the gang

All my niggas they on go
Yea they itchin for them stains

Me jason and sosa turn up da party
Make it rain

Yea our outfits exclusive
Yea we dont step if we look pl
Ain

Gang shit
Gang shit
2x forever


Lets get back up onna track
Remember coppin my first pack

You can't get no gram for 10
Yea uk im finna tax

Get the gram for 15
Or u can get the blunt for the 10
If u ain't got the whole thang
Then uk im finna spin

Please dont try to take shit
Ima kill u even ken
I tell da lord forgive me
Because i know im finna sin

Im trynna stack my bread tall
And have my momma inna benz

Yea i swear she all i need
I dont need no fuckin friends

Trynna reach the fuckin top
I swear that we neva gone drop

Soon as we get off the bus
I swear we call the plug to cop

We get high as a
The fuck
Youngk double cup his cup

Soon as the gang come thru
Why yall niggas chain get tucked

We dont want yall fake chains

We just wantin all da cash

1 shot 2 shot 3 shot

Then do the dash

Dont care if i killed em
He was in front of the trigure

So that mean that he was stoppin me from gettin them figures