High Powered (feat. Papa Rue)

I'm representing for my **** on lock

Doing time for that he say, she say

Laying **** down on the freeway

Believe me they need me

'Cause all these mouse ass ****

Coming home way too long before they release day

He facing twenty-five years fed time

And he ain't ever seen a day in that thing

He busting heads high, let's keep it real

I got documents to prove

That you's a snitching ass ****

Trying to hide behind your music

You hit the highway

Got money to fly away

You told him you's a ho ass ****, that's what I say

And you can quote this and ****

Wanna touch it last album I was made

This album the motherfucker

So all you **** wanna plot against the mob

Since you wanna make it out

I'm finna adjust the knob

To high powered

Beep beep goes the sound of my cellular

Here's the life of a hustler

I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster

You know we livin' in danger

I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster

And them I treat just like strangers

Real ****, he don't talk about it, he be about it 'cause he a G about it

I got a problem with a ****, I go squeeze him out

And what the fuck am going to talk to the police about?

I'm from the streets doing the type of shit you read about

I cock the chrome .45 under pressure

And then address ya and now you're froze on the stretcher

You wanted trouble, I wouldn't settle for lesser

I am the devil in the flesh, my pistol is my protector

See my reflection as it fades in the black

When I reappear on a ****

It's a raging attack, yeah

And I solemnly swear, any problem I hear

I just empty the clip for him calling me to the square

That's on my life because I represent the mob

Since you **** want that heat

I'm 'bouts to turn up the knob

To high powered

Beep beep goes the sound of my cellular

Here's the life of a hustler

I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster, not an informer

You know we livin' in danger

I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster, not an informer

And them I treat just like strangers

Bitch ****, you just a dead man walking

One foot is inside the grave

The other one is in a closed-top coffin

You still talking, like you the old G

When you was locked down though

You was low-key

Them **** told me that they had you in seg

And the locals you was working with them boys in there

And even had the nerve to try and go and talk to the streets

Thinking that they'd embrace a marked-ass police

And then he tried to sue a ****

But it got back to a ****

And when I see him, I'ma do the ****

So skip that funky ass deposition, fools

If you want it, crank it up

That's what I am about to do

To high powered