Put on ft. Wes Rogers Lyrics

Fuck Marlowe, fuck this fucking war, all this beef over a couple of fucking corners

Don't matter who did what to who at this point, fact is we went to war and now there ain't no going back

I mean shit, it's what war is, you know

Once you in it

You in it

I'm putting on for the EVA, nigga running up on BTA, how you gangsta parents PTA

If you ain't gang, then CYA, for you and your family go MIA, I'm the one in the city, I'm the MVP

That's probably the reason they all envy me. I'm the star player on any team, niggas be hating cause I'm stacking my green

They really meow if you know what I mean, niggas talk tough but they ain't what they seem, can't be no bitch shit ain't in my

Genes, niggas talk tough but the 30 in my jeans, can't play a instrument , but I keep pulling strings, niggas be addicts, niggas be fiends, drink so much even they walk, gotta lean

Yeah, niggas say their lyrics is tighter, you lying, they ain't, just dreaming nigga, like you think you're slinging dick to tyra banks, come up in the rank of wes is gonna stop your ball, my gun so big when I bust it, my watch all off

I'm telling you all, giving me probable cause to leave you lying in a coffin up under a cross

And if my tape don't sell, believe it ain't concerning me, cause I got the mind to make the money like Vernon Lee

Start all over again, make more green than Ben, get my cheddar together and raise my kids like Ardella

Doing this shit forever, ain't no stopping my shine, money cars, earth, the universe, it's all mine

And guns ain't the only thing we talking about, sometimes we get the rope and hang you from the porch of your house

So niggas will be like, hey, a dead body on display, goddamn them niggas hard, it had to be Wes Roge

My bodyguards are black niggas, real mac niggas, and they spit loads at you with dicks, they call triggers

Y'all niggas hang out with Chris and Don, I hang out with them thug niggas, Paul Masson, Slits and Corn

And I smoke too much weed, and I ain't never left the streets, and the streets ain't left me

As I recall, you were sounding mighty beefy back then, and now I'm easing up in this creepy black Benz

Rolling down the window, waving a max 10, cussing, start busting, then I'm bucking some gin

And y'all niggas won't listen till you know it's the end, and you're laying down next to your friend, gasping for wind

And I got a face like a Christian that just sinned, like damn man, how you get killed by your best friend

Like damn man, where you been at all of my life, I've been looking for you nigga, and now it's time to fight

Like nigga hold on, step back, before you get dropped quick, cause this big old chopper cannot wait to drop shit

Cause every time you see me in the streets, you're cutting your eye, and I'm like why, why are you trying so hard to die

Like step back, when you get hit with a tic-tac, that leave you breathless, like come at me nigga, best believe that I'm gon' step with

This big shit, that big chopper, best believe it's gon' spit, like nigga, you don't want none of this shit