The Departed
Hoes told me Ill never make it, never
Pops used to beat on me
Mom had to take it
The neighbors had to call the police on me
Now Im on the matrix
Talking ballistics on me
When no muscle is hard to hustle with flees on me
I can feel when they breathe on me
Im in the fire, a hundred thousand degrees on me
An outsider, rubbing like Williams
Its the last hope Im bringing the gang back
Were on the same rope
Were singing the same track
And for the same fool we aint fixin the same trap
Clickin that thing back
Yeah, Im flipping the same hat
And the crooks, they aint happy
Just a little human form
Im God ,but in human form
Yeah,youre a god in uniform
Aint no cold cases and no prison sales
You aint seen a godfather
Always been stuck in violence
You saw my neck
A less bucket challenge
I wreck computers,
Respect my shooters
Restless losers
Just started having class
Shooting slugs ,just after math
You aint wanna f**k with them
Chop up them
On the block, we aint got no love,fool
You forgot about them
Nigga you cant move
You aint tryin to steal with them
You cant even eat a meal with them
Damn
To your surprise
This motherf**ker still got it
