Najje - Bend Right Lyrics

Bend our hat to the right
Pass the blunt
Hand shake with the right
Bend the corner make a right
In a stance to the right
When we write it's with the right
EVERYTHING DONE RIGHT
NEVER LEFT ONLY RIGHT

7-4-14
You know the team
I came with the theme
What you mean
We a scheme
Real Gs done passed away
It's in our bloodstream
Ever since a teen
M.R.H. been the scene
It can get extreme
Tripping off the color scheme
Cus over here everything ain't really what it seems
Hold that thought
First I gotta roll this green
Don't get distraught
Lemme see a lighter please
Eyes on cyclops
Keep you in our laser beam
The trust gets smaller when your going mainstream
That's why I be on the uppers not the downers
Cus it doesn't really matter when you're floating on the same stream
All the Gs wanna be King's or Queens reign supreme with reward no redeem
That's a fiend
Head shot
Trying your kill your self esteem
Peep the plot
Suicidal with regime
You know I jot it
Cross the T's
My I's dotted
Ohh my pupils dilated
Dry rotted
Do anything for the bread & cheese
A hot pocket sock in you one eye & leave the other one blood clotted
Organization full of hunters you know Davey Crockett
Wanna know the government just go to court it's on the docket
We don't bang it
We don't slang it
Then we don't rock it
Aye sah
And Najje
We finna skyrocket
Remember what I said in the beginning
Everything is done with the right no pretending
Sometimes I feel like this life is never-ending
Always sinning on the negative feeling like we ain't winning
I love my nation not to mention thee extension
We were sending to children to get attention
Might've went over your head just a smidget
It keeps buffering
Same difference it's pending
Now
Shoot with the right
Guns or dice
No southpaw
There's a tip
Goodnight with the right
I married
My sacrifice
So just throw the rice
I told you
I am a G
Not just a slice
Not figuratively speaking either
This is precise
They know me all over
Cus The Price was Right
The same cat
Back in the day
Selling the price
Just tryna make a Penny
Homey
The Facts Of Life
This the path that I chose as a youngin
N.W.A. 100 miles and running
A hard head son of a bitch who couldn't function
I was on my Kanye you couldn't Tell Me Nothing
Got Blessed and jumped by the Gangsters
My anger toward strangers really turned to danger
Thank GOD he held me down like an anchor
My cousin Kenny became a gangbanger