Hood prophets (feat. GM chop) Video (MV)

It's Chop
Shout out my nigga Vic , man
G on the movement, shit
Eddie Gang, Long live Jay, Long live Rich
Long live all the Gas Man Freedom members
I stay down when all them niggas switch
I come straight out the bricks
Ain't nobody give me shit
I stay down, had to grind for this
They light it feel so long
But I just sit back, wait my time for this
Too many times they lied and shit
Too many nights I cried and shit
When Eddie died I felt like Melly
Murder on my man and shit
Collect calls from the county
Got my niggas facing time and shit
Keep this shit so real, my fans be telling every line I spit
Think I got it, but I don't
I'm still out here trying to get rich
Life shit just don't feel the same
My brother's dead
The other half, my niggas locked up in them chains
Smoke to try to ease the pain
Pop percs , but I still feel the same
Fell out with the ones I call my brothers
Watch them niggas change
Same niggas in my videos on IG trying to bash my name
It's a dirty game
I forgive you
No love lost, but niggas know they lame
Bitches know they played
If we f*ck, keep it a secret
Bitch, don't say my name
Like, why you tell your friends
Like, why the f*ck she in my DMs if she got a man
I know she a fan
GM the movement
Not no gang
This shit a f*cking brand
I love to pop out at the stage and rock out like a band
Feel like I got the world when I got the mic in my hand
And I know niggas hate
They don't want to see me shine
Took me a minute, but I'm focused and back on my grind
Feel like it been too long, but I sit back and wait my time puttin your trust in all these niggas, that shit get you slimed out
I don't want no smoke, but ain't no ho, so play and find out
Came a long way from them days and wit trey with that nine now
All that tough shit on the media is gonna get you singed out
Said that's gone get you signed out
He ain't got the status
Matter of fact, he want no static
Chilling with the troopers
In the 8, I'm wreaking havoc
I'm just trying to win
Stack my bread, cut loose ends
Know I'm down for this
Say you bouta to spin, you better spin know you sit down to piss, you a bitch
And asking where I'm at, I'm in the slums , chilling with your bitch
Kind of feel like Gotti when I'm putting out these hits
And looking like a tantrum when I'm throwing on these fits
All about my bread, I never fold, I never bend
And if we ever fall out, ain't no way to make amends (why)
She asked me if I love her, and I told her it depends
Like, is you really riding
Is you riding till the end
Cause I don't need a friend (NAH)
I got way too many, and we all about our bread (Yee)
Too busy chasing paper, I can never chase a bitch
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Too busy chasing paper, I can never chase a bitch