57 Bars Lyrics

I was born in the belly of the beast Where a nigga catch you lacking leave your body

in the streets Where money was the only motivation

Had to keep me a Glock just to get me some motherfuckin' peace

Mama workin' doubles just to make ends meet But the trap stay boomin', gotta get us off

Our feet Shit is a maze, but it's clear to see

That the only option left is to get it in the streets

So I pack my lethal weapon like Danny Glover Leave your body stiff like some rubber

You ain't takin' shit from me, product of my environment

Where procession lines crowded in the streets

Rest in peace, KD, he was a king Got shot by some niggas that wanted his seat

He live life fast and to his own Damn, I hate to see my nigga deceased

Try to live right, but it's too much to temptation Got to line the soldiers up, it's time for

Formation Been knocked down, but I can't let it faze

me Did a lot of favors, now fuck you, pay me

Can't trust these niggas, these motherfuckin' shady

She's just tryna get her bills paid, bitch, think I'm crazy

Fuck that hoe and sent her on her way Now she sayin', fuck that nigga scheme

man, he play me Damn, she think I chase her, goddamn, she funny

Throw that lil' bitch all scheme, chase his money

Counting these bills up and I'm talkin' hundreds Pay for that pussy, hell no, I can't fund it

I'm in my bag like Louis Vuitton Birth of a king, i'm straight out the mud

If you don't know what I'm talkin' about, check out my album

My nigga is track number one

Got six killers with me and they all in the back

Cryin' like a baby to these bitches, give him similac

I need a ten-piece wings, all drums no flats

She sucked me too good, now a, nigga, need a nap

Everything I spit , it's all facts, no cap

Don't need nobody help, I put myself up on the map

I'm the one blastin' through the speakers in the trap

If you wanna hit song, put scheme on the track

It is what it is, no need to debate I'm goin' down, as one of the greats

Call me Usain, I'm runnin' my race I never lose

I stay in first place Talk to the Lord and he said, have faith

I'll make sure you eat, just bring you a plate These niggas pussy, the worst kind of trait

All that fake love, get the fuck out my face