Gmo Izzy - Hail Mary Flow Lyrics

Imagine the next generation is in yo hands got you rollin dem dices
Dis a possibility makin them bad choices like eternal sacrifices
I know all da haters ain't gone like dis

Got me jumpin off stage
Showing da rage
Evil conscience like a bison

I'm bad just like Michael Jackson murdered dis beat just to meet satisfaction
Old Ben Franks in my mattress
So I pay attention to you actress
F*ck da fooliers and da tattics

Half of my day one homies
Man I see the envy in thee
Man we use to trap in da streets
Man why am I sensin da beef

I can tell by da tone
Don't have to hear it over phone

Yea we both dogs
Never been hogs
Why we not splittin da bone

Cuz of da bond
You wasn't fond
So you just left me alone

Don't like when da fake talk about fakes I'm cuttin da grass fa da snakes
My vision on time never late
I remember dem days we tried to get paid
Bunny hop gates from da jakes
We all had to evacuate
To continue to put food on our plate

We dashed thru da cuts
Where we ran all da sluts
Just to proceed to da cake
We ran thru dat shit like a race

I'm like f*ck what you said
Rest in yo bed
Hope you ain't f*ckin wit Feds
Leave you shakin like dreads
Bread on yo head
It cost an arm and a leg

Niggas don't know what I'm bout
But I always broke bread in a drought
If a bitch try to throw dirt on my name
I just put dick in they mouth

I learned everything in da south
N it all started in a trap house
Free Scoota, 2xs, and Lil Dave
Dem niggas as real as can be
Man you niggas do not want heat
Leave you shaking of banister
Get shot like camera
Pussy nigga say cheese

Izzy can't put his trust in a bitch
Even though da bitch loving da dick
Can't remember da times that I'm pussy whipped
Never bow down to a bitch
Rather compare me to Money Mitch
Cuz I think about bread even off da zip
I pour one out everytime I sip
Fa my fallin soldiers ina pit

R.I.P. Step and all da rest
G.O.A.T. On my chest

Just like my hair dese bitches neglect
Some I just use em fa sex
Even though my life a mess
Dese bitches like what the heck
I get to searching fa neck
N den I cash out on a check

We leave you red no burgundy
Better call Feds if not there's emergency
Don't be suprised if it's surgery
Gettin a deal don't kno how it feel
I'm just tryna make sure you heard of me
What's above ya head is da currency
Glockie n Nina be nursin me

I hang wit my niggas like it's 1800's
N you kno dat I be stuntin
What's in da wood smellin like onions
And my shit perfect no bunion
I pass da Dutch right to my cousin
In da ashtray is a dozen
Up in da back gang and dem f*ckin
On yo main bitch while you lovin