Blac Youngsta - No Tellin'(Explicit)
I got war wounds on my arms Yeah
I got footprints on my lungs Yeah
Know them n***as tryna come and kill me
If I die I'ma die a don Yeah
I got two seats in the Lam'
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain't no telling bro where we goin'
No telling yeah
If I go to jail I'ma kill my celly yeah
I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly yeah
Every time we take out an opp we drop confetti yeah
No telling yeah
Grandma stressed out 'cause the bills due
When you goin' through it they don't feel you
Put you in interrogation drill you
When you coming up they wanna kill you
Got a lot of home boys dead and gone
I'm the realest n***a they done lived through
Feds f**k them I was talking on the phone
They was tryna investigate the real you
I can't lie when I first came in
I was tryna buy some work for the ten
Then I went from a Honda to a Benz
Money it'll turn your foes to your friends
I got thirty-two choppers in my van
I know God won't forgive me for my sin
I'll go to war with them n***as again
I'll put a hollow tip in your chin
I got war wounds on my arms Yeah
I got footprints on my lungs Yeah
Know them n***as tryna come and kill me
If I die I'ma die a don Yeah
I got two seats in the Lam'
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain't no telling bro where we goin'
No telling yeah
If I go to jail I'ma kill my celly yeah
I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly yeah
Every time we take out an opp we drop confetti yeah
No telling yeah
Truth be told since a n***a got rich
Everybody they done changed on me Yeah
Truth be told since a n***a f**ked your b**ch
It ain't really been the same homie Yeah
Truth be told when you go and hit a mission
You ain't gotta take the gang homie No
Truth be told everybody that you takin' with you
Probably might sing on you
Be careful who you send a hit through
Be careful who you send your b**ch to
Be careful who you put your life on the line for
'Cause they won't miss you
The same b**ch you got money with
The same b**ch that'll diss you
When you broke as f**k they'll tear you down
When you come up they'll assist you
I got war wounds on my arms Yeah
I got footprints on my lungs Yeah
Know them n***as tryna come and kill me
If I die I'ma die a don Yeah
I got two seats in the Lam'
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain't no telling bro where we goin'
No telling yeah
If I go to jail I'ma kill my celly yeah
I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly yeah
Every time we take out an opp we drop confetti yeah
No telling yeah