LANSING FINEST Video (MV)

I ain't tryna go back to the L cause all I see is 12
I don't like no rats up in my city, all they do is tell
Where I'm from we don't go viral, this the shit we really felt
Like it's like a fantasy, this industry gon' get you killed
Real recognize real, is you with us or you with them
Up my Glock until it's cranium, now the blood spill
Tryna take something from me, this chopper take you down a hell
How you wanna beef with me but you ain't got no weapon skills
I lost too many homies to the feds Everybody tryna get a hand out
I ain't shakin' no hands, I still got ARs and FNs
Sometimes I can't even trust myself, don't need no f*ckin' friends
Ridin with some killers that don't even go to school
Every time I'm at your crib, you always hidin' in that room
Causing too much drama, sippin' on this turtle juice
We kickin' doors, snatching every hood we goin' to
Loa street but you can't come around this side of town
Ever since I start rappin', they wanna come around
I still got gun for my protection, but I ain't no clown
Suckers always wolfing on the net, but they can't be found
I don't need no support, all I got is Quan
Ain't no hat up in my raps, been doing this since I was nine
.45 to his chest, now he slowly dying
Like a roach, we got your last hit, this chopper get you firing
Don't make me come up out that cut, sound like Micheal Myers
Hit him up like John Wick, you got a body shot like Ryan
I'ma talk that real shit, f*ck some punchlines
Tryna move up out the air, but everybody keep on dying
I'm from the palm of the glove, they ain't care about love
We still got money and guns, we ain't care about drugs
They say I'm young and reckless, I ain't care about none
My granddad died four years ago, but I ain't giving up
These hoes ain't care about love, they just wanna f*ck
Don't tell them where you live, they tryna get you for a buck
I'm asking God what is trust, I'm tryna suffer up
BBE to the independent label, we ain't cutting up
We ain't cutting up
Yeah, we ain't cutting up
(Big Band$ Entertainment)
I remember back in time when I ain't had no friends
I still don't need none
By the way, your life could be gone just like Capri Sun
Talk about you got you some money, that still don't mean none
Slidin down on your block, this chopper make you freeze up
I don't need nobody, they still gon' need us
Every time I'm at his block, we made em use they feet, bruh
If we ain't got nothing to do in life, it's time to re-up
Even though I do this shit alone, but it's still free cuz
Early in the morning, praying to myself I need help
All my life I gotta make some sales, this ain't no retail
Talk about you was a man in prison, but you still tell
When you get out, I got my K, you gon' catch these shells
I ain't tryna go back to the block, cause all I see is cops
Every time they get the flicking, so we had to stash the Glock
Middle fingers to the judge, they still got my cousin locked
Niggas get to shopping body bags, this ain't no save-a-lot
Ever since we got the constitution, we still keeping the Glocks
And we keep it tucked out my side everyday, don't see nobody
I got this Tupac, all eyez on me, cause I don't trust nobody
Middle fingers to the world, so don't ask me for some money
Everybody goofies, talk about they got some Glocks
Stop, dummy, heard you got them lil' ass feet
So you better get to running, this goddamn chopper get to dumping
Now he's got them blood gushing from his brain
Now he dead, you can't even run from it
I'm popping pills to ease the pain away, cause I don't got nobody
Man, I miss my dog Paco, he be barking everybody
That's why I stay my ass up in his house
Cause I don't go to parties
I keep a pistol in my side, cause I don't even need no army, nigga
I do this for myself, I'm my own father figure
Ain't no sitting down, boy, I was taught to get it
Got a bad bitch, she got a drake, she will chop at niggas
Just like Master P, here they go, grab them things, let's get them
That's why I got guns and my guns got kids
And all I'm trying to do is whatever I did
I had to tell the Lord to take away my sins
Father God made them haters suffer for they kin
Don't think that I ain't go drop, I know I'm back again
I'm Al Capone in your city, I got gas again
Ain't no - in my city, we got rats again
Beef with me, choppa take you down like Pakistan
Take care of your children, take care of your mama
Take care of your sisters, take care of your brothers
Take care of your gun, and take care of your money
Where I'm from is fall, we ain't care about summer
It was Quan and reckless, but I'm Quan and ruthless
All I do is win, I ain't care about losing
Every time I see it's hate, that's why I keep it uzi
Everybody wake the f*ck up, stop all that snooze
(Big Band$ Entertainment)