BMW - Lil Zay Osama

JTK) (They got Wooskii on the mix) Ayy, ayy, got so much pain in my heart Tryna find peace, every day, it get hard Lil Dre got killed, put a stain in my heart I saw his brain on the ground, I remain in a war Every day, I'm gripping on a pole when I ride Pull out when I'm walking 'cause I feel like someone behind me Cousin stole a pole, everybody gettin' grimy Don't know who to trust, even my bitch look slimy Peekin' out my window in the middle of the night Pray to Lord they don't book me or kill me for that night If you a real nigga, gotta feel me, I try I try, I try To get revenge on any nigga that hurt my family And any jam that I'm in, I was taught don't panic My soul hurt Lost too many of my niggas that ain't never coming back Lord, why they had to go first? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh My soul hurt Felt so much pain in my heart you ain't Never felt, now my soul hurt, hurt, hey Baby mama hopin' that I die My homies wanna kill me, I been feelin' the vibe They tryna shoot up my car, can't let 'em know what I ride Can't hop out 'cause I ain't loco, I paid them to go inside Pullin' up to my shows, they uppin' phones for pictures I'm nervous in my city, I'm up here thinkin' they grippin' Fighting anxiety, sippin' the Henny for the healin' Jay Dot got shot and he died inside the buildin' I can't wait 'til all this pain is over 'Cause I got too much weight on my shoulders Granddaddy on drugs, hopin' he don't dose over Too much on my mind, I don't get time to focus, uh Too much on my mind, I don't get time to focus, uh (I lost too many dead members) My soul hurt Lost too many of my niggas that ain't never coming back Lord, why they had to go first? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh My soul hurt Felt so much pain in my heart you Ain't never felt, now my soul hurt, hurt

Hahaha Fross(It's Great John beats, baby) Movie bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips Goofy bitch Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit Loot his shit Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit Huh, look Movie bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips (yeah) Goofy bitch Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit (Grrt, baow) Loot his shit Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit Suckin' dick It's the only way she know how to use her lips Bag life If she actin' up, she get that act right (huh) Fast cars Should be keepin' up with my fast life (skrrt) Gang shit Bullets hit 'em up, that Liu Kang shit (yeah) Range bitch Let that nigga run, know my aim lit Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, brodie split his shit Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, know we killin' shit (Fo'nem, fo'nem droppin' shit, nigga) Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit (ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, brodie split his shit (gang) Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (gang, gang, gang, ayy) Where I'm from these shorties catch a murder, 'fore they get a bag Here we post the opps, lil' fo'nem call me, I say, "Kill his ass" Then he get caught with a opp, smoke him, Shouldn't've been with his ass Catch a nigga lost for drillin' with it, or without a mask Spin a opp shit back to back Switches, fifties, catchin' tracks I got Will, ain't gettin' him back Fo'nem took your pole, nigga, you ain't gettin' it back I can't wife a ho, she doin' gang and 'em Lil' deuce up the score, bitch that's for gangnem We don't do no drive-bys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga, I can't fuck the same 'nem Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just fucked his main bitch And all of my opps some goofies (Fuck you and your gang bitch) Yeah, you tweakin' bro Brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho Bitches, yeah, they love me like I'm cupid, they some freaky hoes We don't do no fightin', we be shootin', we deletin' Blow that trigger when I'm squeezin' All these bullets stop that breathin' though (up it) We don't keep the score (uh, uh) We just keep on scorin' 'til there ain't no more (bitch) White chalk on the floor I thought I seen 'em move, so I just shot some more (bitch) Ruger clips Talkin' out your mouth, you know we boomin' shit (yeah) Who is this? He ain't from my sides, yeah, we poof his shit (yeah, yeah) Shootin' shit All my niggas up it like we hoopin', bitch (ha) You ain't tryna fuck? Move bitch, like I'm Ludacris Triflin', and you know I fucked that bitch and now you wifin' it That's the same pussy you be lickin', and I'm pipin' it Fuckin' hoes We be fuck buddies, never wifin' it And if I did, best believe she strapped like she dykin' it Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, Brodie split his shit Uh, uh, Brodie peel his shit Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, Brodie split his shit Uh, uh, Brodie peel his shit