R.N.S.

Once upon a time in the projects, yo

I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit four

That **** rolled a three but I ain't get my dough

My hammer got a red light on it, but I let that go

My whole life hidin' from the 5-0

Sirens loud outside of my door

Shorties screamin', "You's a wild ****"

Lil' bitch actin' like she ain't know

I put in that work, my name rings those bells

**** know not to play with Joell

**** know not to play with my money

'Cause **** know I'm not takin' that L

I've been in these streets all my life

Had **** teeth in all my Nikes

Had white sheets all in my heat

Had white meat all on my knife

My ****, it's real **** shit (Shit)

Big pound on my chest (Chest)

Big pound on my waist, ****

Hit pound R.N.S.

I ain't ever ran on my ****

Never took a stand on my ****

I will never jam up my ****

Real **** shit, R.N.S.

I ain't ever ran on my ****

Never took a stand on my ****

I will never jam up my ****

Real **** shit, R.N.S.

R.N.S.

R.N.S.

R.N.S.

R.N.S.

Look, once upon a time on the Jersey City dock

Had my truck parked on that corner

Had them 18's on yappa

When a **** ran up on that bicycle

With his hand on that Glock

Tryna get his blast on with that mask on

But I thank God it didn't pop

Thank God it jammed on him, jammed on him

Pay for havin' that drop

If he was in our shoes, he woulda killed us too

So we ran straight to them cops

That was fun homes, it's cool

See you when you come home, you get a time wait

None of my **** gon' tell on you

We'll turn anything 'fore we turn state

Just real shit, always around

No sausage party, keep hoes around

My name called and we treat her like that

She come around, she goes around

She gon' call her friend up

Tell her 'bout that money we throw around

And then go blow her jack up

To holla at a **** when they know I'm in town

I ain't ever ran on my ****

Never took a stand on my ****

I will never jam up my ****

Real **** shit, R.N.S.

I ain't ever ran on my ****

Never took a stand on my ****

I will never jam up my ****

Real **** shit, R.N.S.

R.N.S.

R.N.S.

R.N.S.

R.N.S.

Once upon a time in North Long Beach, yo

Somebody was knockin' at my door

It's my homie and he from Compton

Told me hear heard some **** was plottin'

To come up to my spot and leave me shot

And bleedin' prolly from a problem from the past

Get that Kevlar and guard your chest

Stand your ground but watch your step

My **** that's R.N.S.

Now I circle the block before I pull in the house

In case a couple killers like hidin' in my hedges

Word on the street they heard about the Bentley

(Park that shit) ridin' in my Lexus with two TEC-9's

Kinda ironic how I'm ridin' with TEC's

'Bout to send my rivals a message

Cold as the ice in my necklace

I'm feelin' like I'm in Vietnam with insomnia

Or a kamikaze in Bosnia

'Cause it's so hard to rest when you're at war with killers

And that's R.N.S.

I ain't ever ran on my ****

Never took a stand on my ****

I will never jam up my ****

Real **** shit, R.N.S.

I ain't ever ran on my ****

Never took a stand on my ****

I will never jam up my ****

Real **** shit, R.N.S.

R.N.S.

R.N.S.

R.N.S.

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