Boy its vengeance
If you f*cking with the vision
I'm just tryna count these digits
And have it on repetition
It's not all about the money
But if it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga f*cking with me
F*ck em
I come from pain and I'm riding with what's his name
I hoop with death around the corner
They putting shots to your brain
And if them niggas hit your basket
It's foul play and you in caskets
You see my money come grab it
That chopper goin' let you have it
Nigga
Oh shit now the gun start spitting
Better look alive before death hop in it
Now a whole sides missing
And there's no eye witness
They hop up in the ride and they break speed limits
Now you praying he listens
Laying in weakness
Body feeling cold and you feel death creeping
Battle for your soul as you loved ones grieving
Stories that they told are now what you're living
Damn
Should've just played safe
Should've never came to the park in the first place
Should've went that way
Now you're laying here in a pool with the yellow tape
Your friends gotta lay low
Cause they got a couple ounces in the back of the 5.0
Oh shit here's 5.0 question everybody but they all say I don't know
Boy its vengeance
If you f*cking with the vision
I'm just tryna count these digits
And have it on repetition
It's not all about the money
But if it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga f*cking with me
F*ck em
(Chaos)
Feel that breathe leaving from your chest
You slipping slow but boy don't rest
Cause if you cross the other side ain't no coming back to the set
Pick you eyes up and fight back kid
Homies ready to ride and shit
Cause they told the cops they didn't see
But know exactly who it is
So the cycle begins to spin
Cause they feeding into revenge
They going paint them niggas in red
And then wash their hands of their sins
But their souls are never what's cleansed
So they'll walk around keeping trends
Of taking niggas from they mamas who'll never see them again
Freedom
That's all they seek
Drowned in these streets I can see all sink
Cold hearted killers but they fire never freeze
With something off the hip that'll make a opp leak
Woah
Good times never graced us
Just a whole lot a drama mixed with hell and some bad luck
I wonder where he'll place us
But you can't find out now young nigga you gotta wake up woah
Boy its vengeance
If you f*cking with the vision
I'm just tryna count these digits
And have it on repetition
It's not all about the money
But if it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga f*cking with me
F*ck em
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Boy its vengeance
If you f*cking with the vision
I'm just tryna count these digits
And have it on repetition
It's not all about the money
But if it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga f*cking with me
F*ck em
I come from pain and I'm riding with what's his name
I hoop with death around the corner
They putting shots to your brain
And if them niggas hit your basket
It's foul play and you in caskets
You see my money come grab it
That chopper goin' let you have it
Nigga
Oh shit now the gun start spitting
Better look alive before death hop in it
Now a whole sides missing
And there's no eye witness
They hop up in the ride and they break speed limits
Now you praying he listens
Laying in weakness
Body feeling cold and you feel death creeping
Battle for your soul as you loved ones grieving
Stories that they told are now what you're living
Damn
Should've just played safe
Should've never came to the park in the first place
Should've went that way
Now you're laying here in a pool with the yellow tape
Your friends gotta lay low
Cause they got a couple ounces in the back of the 5.0
Oh shit here's 5.0 question everybody but they all say I don't know
Boy its vengeance
If you f*cking with the vision
I'm just tryna count these digits
And have it on repetition
It's not all about the money
But if it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga f*cking with me
F*ck em
(Chaos)
Feel that breathe leaving from your chest
You slipping slow but boy don't rest
Cause if you cross the other side ain't no coming back to the set
Pick you eyes up and fight back kid
Homies ready to ride and shit
Cause they told the cops they didn't see
But know exactly who it is
So the cycle begins to spin
Cause they feeding into revenge
They going paint them niggas in red
And then wash their hands of their sins
But their souls are never what's cleansed
So they'll walk around keeping trends
Of taking niggas from they mamas who'll never see them again
Freedom
That's all they seek
Drowned in these streets I can see all sink
Cold hearted killers but they fire never freeze
With something off the hip that'll make a opp leak
Woah
Good times never graced us
Just a whole lot a drama mixed with hell and some bad luck
I wonder where he'll place us
But you can't find out now young nigga you gotta wake up woah
Boy its vengeance
If you f*cking with the vision
I'm just tryna count these digits
And have it on repetition
It's not all about the money
But if it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga f*cking with me
F*ck em
If you f*cking with the vision
I'm just tryna count these digits
And have it on repetition
It's not all about the money
But if it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga f*cking with me
F*ck em
I come from pain and I'm riding with what's his name
I hoop with death around the corner
They putting shots to your brain
And if them niggas hit your basket
It's foul play and you in caskets
You see my money come grab it
That chopper goin' let you have it
Nigga
Oh shit now the gun start spitting
Better look alive before death hop in it
Now a whole sides missing
And there's no eye witness
They hop up in the ride and they break speed limits
Now you praying he listens
Laying in weakness
Body feeling cold and you feel death creeping
Battle for your soul as you loved ones grieving
Stories that they told are now what you're living
Damn
Should've just played safe
Should've never came to the park in the first place
Should've went that way
Now you're laying here in a pool with the yellow tape
Your friends gotta lay low
Cause they got a couple ounces in the back of the 5.0
Oh shit here's 5.0 question everybody but they all say I don't know
Boy its vengeance
If you f*cking with the vision
I'm just tryna count these digits
And have it on repetition
It's not all about the money
But if it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga f*cking with me
F*ck em
(Chaos)
Feel that breathe leaving from your chest
You slipping slow but boy don't rest
Cause if you cross the other side ain't no coming back to the set
Pick you eyes up and fight back kid
Homies ready to ride and shit
Cause they told the cops they didn't see
But know exactly who it is
So the cycle begins to spin
Cause they feeding into revenge
They going paint them niggas in red
And then wash their hands of their sins
But their souls are never what's cleansed
So they'll walk around keeping trends
Of taking niggas from they mamas who'll never see them again
Freedom
That's all they seek
Drowned in these streets I can see all sink
Cold hearted killers but they fire never freeze
With something off the hip that'll make a opp leak
Woah
Good times never graced us
Just a whole lot a drama mixed with hell and some bad luck
I wonder where he'll place us
But you can't find out now young nigga you gotta wake up woah
Boy its vengeance
If you f*cking with the vision
I'm just tryna count these digits
And have it on repetition
It's not all about the money
But if it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga f*cking with me
F*ck em
Writer: Kevin Jackson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid