Eastern Block Psalm

they mad, they mad

ima northside killer yea
grave filler yea
a opp brain spiller, yea
pull the trigger, yea
put a cop in a swisher, yea
pill sniffer, yea
eastern bloc spinner, yea
fingers in the air

fuck a bitch, ima dog yea
slick a hard head
in the kitchen cooking raw, yea
until it's hard yea
screaming mother fuck the law yea
we ball here
codeine sipping ima barre head
retarded

got a thing for some big weapons and thick women
i keep tryna get the dose right, but keep missing
put another bullet in that boy, he keep twitching
throw the 3 up like im trigga trey, i keep swishing

2 wrists that's 4 tones
bentley snow cone
chain worth a home loan
and that's with no stones
big truck
fuck the ozone
getcha roll on
shooting till my veins blown
what can go wrong?

shoot until his brains gone, make his son watch
popping different color xannys how i bar hop
guess im getting close to granny's, hear them gun shots?
when they begging for their life, it take the fun out

ooooo they mad they mad
tryna do what we do but they know they can't
ooooo stay mad stay mad
forever with the gang and it's grey that we chant

59 on my back like i'm jack ham
16 was selling dope up out the trans am
now im laughing to the bank and swerving black rams
got my daddy tripping, saying i be god damn

top down, i be cooking till the pot burn
choppa clip like my bitch, they both got curves
swear these boys ain't got my much, but they got nerve
lemme find the right word
uhhhh

i'm that mother fucking one yea
go dumb yea
put a blade up in his lungs yea
you come near
we can scrap without them guns yea
it's fun yea
turn a opp into my son yea
some crumbs, here
know you hurting for them funds yea
a bum yea
quarterbacking in your arm chair
with crossed legs
give a fuck bout what the law said
they all dead
bitch im mother fucking north bred
a hard head