Cant Speak On It Lyrics

He ride with a stick he had to go prove he about it

Sunlight is shining on me so I cannot see nobody yea

Whole lot of racks in my jeans so I'm trying to hit the mall

Say that's your guy so how you snitch on him to cut the time

Yea they had gave him more than ten couldn't see the judge

Ain't try to give him bond because on his hand he had blood

I cannot say a thing

I cannot speak on the shit that I seen

Aye

Oh I cannot speak on it

I cannot take this shit back to the past

I got to go back to the lab

Back to the bag

Got a go back to the racks

Tell me why these niggas snitching why these niggas bitch on the gang

Got a keep me a stick so I ride with a flame

Yea

And that stick got a bang

Yea

And that stick got a flame

Some of these niggas you claim might not be your niggas they calling you snake

And some of these niggas gone bang but most of these niggas gone fall in the cage

That's why I keep me a circle real small so I can just see where I hang

Got my hand on the wheel so I'm staying in lane

Off a perc and I'm high but I still catch the plane

I done fucked on this bitch and forgot the hoe name

I go ghost disappear like my name David Blaine

I done fucked the top tier so I know how it came

Nigga killing his brother I'm thinking he Kane

Really I think he insane

Used to sit on the bench now I'm up in the game

Nigga just touchdown yea I came from Spain

And I still got these bitches they calling my name yea

Snitching on his boys just to cut the time

He ride with flames he don't care about it yea

He at the game he don't see nobody yea

His stick some flame yea yea yea

I cannot say a thing

I cannot speak on the shit that I seen

Aye

Oh I cannot speak on it

I cannot take this shit back to the past

I got to go back to the lab

Back to the bag

Got a go back to the racks

Tell me why these niggas snitching why these niggas bitch on the gang

Got a keep me a stick so I ride with a flame

Yea

And that stick got a bang

Yea

And that stick got a flame

Had too many fuck ups in my life that I had to go back and realize what I did

I remember that time when my grandma had cancer so you will never catch me smoking A cig

See them racks coming in it's a whole lot of zeros feel like I'm the lottery pick

Might cop a new Maserati and shit

Skirting off of the lot with them diamonds they biting my wrist

I'd rather not say what I'm doing like to move in silence

Got a whole lot of sticks but I don't promote violence

I promote the knowledge my kids going to college

I want the cheddar that cheese I'm stacking this cottage

Yea blues and green them Benjamin pockets

I know they praying I flop but I swear I won't stop it

I ain't writing shit down I'm still off of the noggin

Can't switch on the gang that shit out of pocket

Snitching on his boys just to cut the time

He ride with flames he don't care about it yea

He at the game he don't see nobody yea

His stick some flame yea yea yea