IS:SUE - Free Crack (feat. Mike Da Kidd) Lyrics

Gangsta to the core, remember we was broke as f*ck, now we havin' more
Remember I was locked up doin' pushups on the floor
Broke up with my baby, momma cus that bitch a whore
Now a nigga takin' off, watch a nigga soar
Spent 500 on some Yeezy, that's some shit you can't afford
Bought some switches for them glizzys, but ain't gettin' them out the store
Try to play me like the baby, you get killed up in the store
Motherf*ck' ah ford, bitch I need a Porsche
And a pretty ass bitch to suck my dick until I snore
What you here for? What you want a beer for
Bitch drunk as f*ck if you ain't try and make the four
Nigga, I was gangsta way before I pressed record
Niggas think they gangsta till you send them to the Lord
We was sellin' crack before you jumped up off the porch
By the time you got ah pack, we was tryin' to get ignored
VVs in my mouth, diamonds dancin', Bobby Shmurda
Niggas rappin' like they killers, really scared to catch a murder
Cappin', yeah, them niggas really pussy like a squirter
They'll tell about a murder if they get caught with ah burner
Playin', you gon' get your ass trunked like a elephant
All that gangsta shit, them niggas talkin', that's irrelevant
Niggas graduate and start actin' like they selling bricks
Bitch, I'm KKK, don't f*ck with niggas like I'm celibate
They don't know the half of it, bitch, I know the whole thing
How the f*ck you gangsta and you told that boy whole name
Might as well rock some skinny jeans and a nose ring
F*ck around, get your head bucked when that door ring
Bitch, I dropped out and graduated in a dope game
36-0's a whole brick of that cocaine
Show you how to whip it, I can show you how to flip it
I can show you how to get it, bitch, we still up in that kitchen
Put that water in a pot, watch my broski water whip it
Whip that shit until it's hard, chop that shit up on the dishes
Chop that shit up on the dishes
And we in here like a chemist, flippin' shit just like a gymnast
Ain't gon' nobody, nobody f*ck with my kitchen
We was fresh up' out the trenches and my broski had a pigeon
Residue all in the air, that shit smellin' like some chitterlings
Dog food hit they system, got them lookin' like a gremlin
I'm so numb to all these killings, got me feelin' like a villain
And don't ask me how I'm feelin', nigga, I ain't got no feelings
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