End - Bishop Nehru, Marc Mason

Me and my niggas on the block, you know the spot

Cops can watch, cause I’m not spring them mad shot

I got a granny maw in my Chevy

Different colors, you are brothers, we ain’t equal like others

Single mother, no popa, for daily troubles

But what I do stay true to the teachings I was taught

Thank momma for the gifts that she once bought

I never went to court, cause I never got caught

On the porch light it up, roll it up, you know that of course

Cause it’s a cause, so don’t get pushed off, bitch

I wanted to rap, so I said, fuck the office!

My team full of spartans, we are in this evil world

Assumptions stay blind behind closed doors

Until I hit the glow and it comes to the light

All I see is fame, in my spot late, uh!

Keep it steady, I’m ready for what you wanna do

I always stay true to never let my crew

So keep it steady, I’m ready for what you wanna do

I always stay true to never let my crew

So keep it steady, I’m ready for what you wanna do

I always stay true to never let my crew

So keep it steady, I’m ready for what you wanna do

I always stay true to never let my crew

My flow ' plus my a though z’s'

So basically you’re misplaced if you’re placed near me

Just wait and see, I scrape in with no latency

They’re late to see, that bishops in the greatest lead

Remained ' to laugh at you

No room for bad apples, I spend gas capsule

These start to.

mad habits

It’s mad natural, for them cashes we just past you

The bad rascals got the game intact to them shackles

The 'crackles on your head and reach failure

I caught the smoke up and goes the tales that I tell you

'know I’m doping, nobody feel ya

Don’t get realer than the shit I kick, my lungs will heal ya!

Feel that, nigga!

Try to kill that, nigga!

Believe I’m the cure for the real, my nigga!

If you don’t, you get eaten like, veal my niggas!

Sneak this, you can turn into a meal, my niggas!