Princeton Prayer

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on

Frr, come on, come on (Fox, you comin' brazy, brother, big drills)

Yeah, it's Goski, ****, yeah, yeah

8 block, Princeton, you know how the fuck we

You know how we make shit bleed, it's only Reaps in here

Walk that down, come on, come on

Real shit, don't over talk to these **** (Come on), you know what you know, I don't fuck with you **** (Come on, come on)

Gotta keep clappin' 'til everybody dead on they side, we ain't collect enough of them **** (Come on, come on)

**** be constantly sendin' them hoes for the lo', I ain't finna go out gettin' jiggy (I ain't goin' like that)

No competition, I know I'm the best on the road, now it's time that I stomp on you **** (Yeah)

We killed a bunch of them ****, the white van man, we touchin' on **** (Come on)

Too many hoes in my messages, I won't text her, I don't feel like fuckin' them bitches (Aw, aw, aw, man, loaded)

Half the block got switches, the other side got them ARs with sixty (Frr, frr)

Roll it, fire this bitch up, I'm chokin'

Too many militants, strapped up drillers (Come on, come on)

Demon too much on my feet, I was gettin' shit sleep, I don't rap 'bout killings

Redrum once you get with 'em, I'm heavy on standin' on business, you heard me clearly (Yup)

The contact heavy and Reap 'nem ready, a new strand puffin' them **** (Come on, come on)

Comparin' me to a **** who stuck in the streets, I could never be none of them ****

Bail out boy, chase shit down, runnin' and holdin' my breath, tryna clap and get wild

All hot shit, never mild, Fatso ain't tryin' for real and it's been a lil' while (Okay)

I put them **** in style, usin' my name for a clout chase, tryna get 'round (Okay)

My newest opps was fans, hate when a **** can't click, so they try tearin' down (Okay, okay, okay)

It's all contact, my real beef go beyond that, my favorite opp just got wild (Come on)

'Member them tellin' me I'll be dead in a week, been some months and I made it around, okay (Come on, come on)

Fuck everybody who clowned me, I'm way richer, so now who a clown? (Come on)

Digits and digits inside my account for my children, play, I'ma burn up the town (Aw, man)

I don't fuck with the tongue, I'm big time spank it, the opps gotta get this belt

Drivin' this whip two hundred, I keep on flushin', bae I'm tryna kill myself (Come on, come on)

I did this shit on my own with no help or alone, I ain't gotta pay nobody else (I ain't gotta pay)

We put the sun on a **** from two feet back, when he felt it, he had to melt

I don't really care what they said, I know what he did, I promise you they need help (I promise they do)

I'll put a bitch on a market, the fuck am I cuffin' up hoes who I put on the shelf? (Who I just put up)

Fuck on her friends, they hate it 'cause shit that I did, make her wanna kill herself (Fuck them hoes)

Internet trolls be fed, but my opps dead, you better come try it yourself (Come on)

You want it? come get it, lil' **** (Come on)

I never put straps in my picture (I don't)

I never fuck hoes off liquor (Nah), I'm definitely bendin' shit over on sprinter (I am)

I tell cuz to chill, he just wanna kill, said he tryna blind a **** (Frr, frr)

Not yet, I'm still on papers, we chillin', let me get back to my hood and children (Hood and children)

I see a **** I don't like, he know it's on sight, I give a hand raise with it (I raise it up)

They do the job, I don't ask 'em, they know I love them, foenem forever stay with me (Come on)

Security got his fifty, a bulletproof vest, and a bulletproof black truck, ****

No way, inhale the smoke, I can feel it, I think that twenty inside me itchin'

Real shit, don't over talk to these **** (Come on), you know what you know, I don't fuck with you **** (Come on, come on)

Gotta keep clappin' 'til everybody dead on they side, we ain't collect enough of them **** (Come on, come on)

**** be constantly sendin' them hoes for the lo', I ain't finna go out gettin' jiggy (I ain't goin' like that)

No competition, I know I'm the best on the road, now it's time that I stomp on you **** (Yeah)

We killed a bunch of them ****, the white van man, we touchin' on **** (Touchin' on ****)

Too many hoes in my messages, I won't text her, I don't feel like fuckin' them bitches (Ah, man, loaded)

Half the block got switches, the other side got them ARs with sixty (Frr, frr)

Roll it, fire this bitch up, I'm chokin'

Too many militants, strapped up drillers