Shakin Back

Man, that's how I'm livin

Two for thirty five, I just come out the H

Hit it with Bolivia, a little lidocaine

Twenty seven ounces, three nine pieces, I'm shakin' back

My old hoe gon' fuck on the Sunday, can't wait for that

H town, no phenol, we dealin' that

Rumors hit my top every minute, I'm built for that

If I could pray there, I could stay there, I ain't scared of nothing

Your grandma stay there

You gon lay there, boy, you scared to hustle

Awh well, really yeah, name ringing bells

And my neighborhood supply just got out the feds

I'm pissing clean for my P.O., I'm a living legend

Straight out the clink, fuck every C.O. who encounter Kevin

White people showing love, niggas hating on me

Say they got a cake baked and they waiting on me

I went flat, had to scratch, women skated on me

I prayed five times a day, I had to talk to God

In Chicago, going hard, without a body guard

I'm in control and I'm controlling 'em, I'ma shot caller

Couple rappers, but they names I am not callin'

Y'all gotta pay up that lil lease, I'ma land lord

If you don't pay up what you owe, then I'ma stack for it

Rubber bands, comin' in, on command

Twenty seven ounces, three nine pieces, I'm shakin' back

My old hoe gon' fuck on the Sunday, can't wait for that

H town, no phenol, we dealin' that

Rumors hit my top every minute, I'm built for that

If I could pray there, I could stay there, I ain't scared of nothing

Your grandma stay there

You gon lay there, boy, you scared to hustle

Awh well, really yeah, name ringing bells

And my neighborhood supply just got out the feds

Say he broke the seal, can I put him back on feet?

And once he run it up, then he gonna put it back on me

He tell me all these things and get mad if I don't agree

Your habit stronger than your hustle, your hustle I don't believe

In jail I run into you, know I go in there like lump

Reason changed form, I thought we would stay in touch

Booty hit the line, when he call me I'm finna come

I'm jumping out the Rari, they think I don't gotta gun

Whats happening nigga?

Keep you something

If not, I could take you up town and read you something about a spot

I'm holding shop

When shop gettin' hell for me

You hanging by my trap, but you ain't ever sell nothing

Twenty seven ounces, three nine pieces, I'm shakin' back

My old hoe gon' fuck on the Sunday, can't wait for that

H town, no phenol, we dealin' that

Rumors hit my top every minute, I'm built for that

If I could pray there, I could stay there, I ain't scared of nothing

Your grandma stay there

You gon lay there, boy, you scared to hustle

Awh well, really yeah, name ringing bells

And my neighborhood supply just got out the feds