Mission Lyrics

These niggas, they don't know the mission These niggas don't know how I'm livin

I gotta move with some precision

These niggas, they want see me slippin

Before I leave, I slap the clip in

The feds, they wanna see me trippin

So many opps I'm dealin' with

My finger trigger, it be itchin

My broski locked up in the system

Bring the batter, we gon' pitch him

Tryna run with the sack, we gon' trip him

Bring the clippers, we gon' clip him

Ain't no OG speakin' wisdom

Fuck a nigga, dismiss him

Go n get a nigga, go blick sum

He say he slimy, we gon' sick him

I call a shorty, she gon' trick him

And if he pull up, he a dead one

I'm duckin' every time the feds come

I'm rockin' Jordans, black and red ones

The feds, they talkin', I ain't said nun

Every day in the city, they scorin' like and one

If he ain't 66, we gon' jam him

Feelin' like Jordan, I slam one

Pockets on big, feel like Fanum

Whenever I spit, it's a anthem

Got them blickies out, we ain't gon' stab one

Whatever they got, we gon' match them

My broski he trappin

Stuck in this street shit, he with whatever gon' happen

We on the road, we pistol packin'

Go put a hat on, he be cappin

These niggas, they don't know the mission These niggas don't know how I'm livin

I gotta move with some precision

These niggas, they want see me slippin

Before I leave, I slap the clip in

The feds, they wanna see me trippin

So many opps I'm dealin' with

My finger trigger, it be itchin

My broski locked up in the system

Bring the batter, we gon' pitch him

Tryna run with the sack, we gon' trip him

Bring the clippers, we gon' clip him

Ain't no OG speakin' wisdom

Fuck a nigga, dismiss him

Go n get a nigga, go blick sum

He say he slimy, we gon' sick him

I call a shorty, she gon' trick him

And if he pull up, he a dead one

I'm duckin' every time the feds come

I'm rockin' Jordans, black and red ones

The feds, they talkin', I ain't said nun

Every day in the city, they scorin' like and one

If he ain't 66, we gon' jam him

Feelin' like Jordan, I slam one

Pockets on big, feel like Fanum

Whenever I spit, it's a anthem

Got them blickies out, we ain't gon' stab one

Whatever they got, we gon' match them

My broski he trappin

Stuck in this street shit, he with whatever gon' happen

We on the road, we pistol packin'

Go put a hat on, he be cappin