LANSING FINEST Lyrics

I ain't tryna go back to the L cause all I see is 12

I don't like no rats up in my city, all they do is tell

Where I'm from we don't go viral, this the shit we really felt

Like it's like a fantasy, this industry gon' get you killed

Real recognize real, is you with us or you with them

Up my Glock until it's cranium, now the blood spill

Tryna take something from me, this chopper take you down a hell

How you wanna beef with me but you ain't got no weapon skills

I lost too many homies to the feds Everybody tryna get a hand out

I ain't shakin' no hands, I still got ARs and FNs

Sometimes I can't even trust myself, don't need no fuckin' friends

Ridin with some killers that don't even go to school

Every time I'm at your crib, you always hidin' in that room

Causing too much drama, sippin' on this turtle juice

We kickin' doors, snatching every hood we goin' to

Loa street but you can't come around this side of town

Ever since I start rappin', they wanna come around

I still got gun for my protection, but I ain't no clown

Suckers always wolfing on the net, but they can't be found

I don't need no support, all I got is Quan

Ain't no hat up in my raps, been doing this since I was nine

.45 to his chest, now he slowly dying

Like a roach, we got your last hit, this chopper get you firing

Don't make me come up out that cut, sound like Micheal Myers

Hit him up like John Wick, you got a body shot like Ryan

I'ma talk that real shit, fuck some punchlines

Tryna move up out the air, but everybody keep on dying

I'm from the palm of the glove, they ain't care about love

We still got money and guns, we ain't care about drugs

They say I'm young and reckless, I ain't care about none

My granddad died four years ago, but I ain't giving up

These hoes ain't care about love, they just wanna fuck

Don't tell them where you live, they tryna get you for a buck

I'm asking God what is trust, I'm tryna suffer up

BBE to the independent label, we ain't cutting up

We ain't cutting up

Yeah, we ain't cutting up

(Big Band$ Entertainment)

I remember back in time when I ain't had no friends

I still don't need none

By the way, your life could be gone just like Capri Sun

Talk about you got you some money, that still don't mean none

Slidin down on your block, this chopper make you freeze up

I don't need nobody, they still gon' need us

Every time I'm at his block, we made em use they feet, bruh

If we ain't got nothing to do in life, it's time to re-up

Even though I do this shit alone, but it's still free cuz

Early in the morning, praying to myself I need help

All my life I gotta make some sales, this ain't no retail

Talk about you was a man in prison, but you still tell

When you get out, I got my K, you gon' catch these shells

I ain't tryna go back to the block, cause all I see is cops

Every time they get the flicking, so we had to stash the Glock

Middle fingers to the judge, they still got my cousin locked

Niggas get to shopping body bags, this ain't no save-a-lot

Ever since we got the constitution, we still keeping the Glocks

And we keep it tucked out my side everyday, don't see nobody

I got this Tupac, all eyez on me, cause I don't trust nobody

Middle fingers to the world, so don't ask me for some money

Everybody goofies, talk about they got some Glocks

Stop, dummy, heard you got them lil' ass feet

So you better get to running, this goddamn chopper get to dumping

Now he's got them blood gushing from his brain

Now he dead, you can't even run from it

I'm popping pills to ease the pain away, cause I don't got nobody

Man, I miss my dog Paco, he be barking everybody

That's why I stay my ass up in his house

Cause I don't go to parties

I keep a pistol in my side, cause I don't even need no army, nigga

I do this for myself, I'm my own father figure

Ain't no sitting down, boy, I was taught to get it

Got a bad bitch, she got a drake, she will chop at niggas

Just like Master P, here they go, grab them things, let's get them

That's why I got guns and my guns got kids

And all I'm trying to do is whatever I did

I had to tell the Lord to take away my sins

Father God made them haters suffer for they kin

Don't think that I ain't go drop, I know I'm back again

I'm Al Capone in your city, I got gas again

Ain't no — in my city, we got rats again

Beef with me, choppa take you down like Pakistan

Take care of your children, take care of your mama

Take care of your sisters, take care of your brothers

Take care of your gun, and take care of your money

Where I'm from is fall, we ain't care about summer

It was Quan and reckless, but I'm Quan and ruthless

All I do is win, I ain't care about losing

Every time I see it's hate, that's why I keep it uzi

Everybody wake the fuck up, stop all that snooze

(Big Band$ Entertainment)