Letra de Armageddon
When I was young I seen my brothers load a hundred in a drum
99 slinging iron with crack underneath their tongue
Had me with 'em as a decoy just in case the feds come
99 slinging iron with crack underneath their tongue
Had me with 'em as a decoy just in case the feds come
Just watching their little brothers, sorry we don't know nothing
It was me and lil crip robbing [?], hitting licks
Until we lost our section 8 and had to move on 65th
Pops got locked up serving yay, my momma working double shifts
Saying we gon' be okay, I know she tired than a bitch
Now my Auntie J tripping and we getting put out
Moving harder with Uncle Phil right there off Downey and South
All my cousins they knew the drill, they bout the same thing I'm bout
At McKinley, punch on anybody running their mouth
Fast forward, I'm getting money and I done got a little older
Got a chip on it for the times I got the cold shoulder
Young hot nigga but my heart got a lot colder
Who would've thought I was gon' be that nigga when I grow up
From stacking them boulders, me and them quarters
Now I get chauffeured
You smell that aroma, that OG my odor
You niggas bold huh
Tryna creep on the low huh
Oh you think I ain't know huh
Til I pull up, get to bust
Don't care bout no consequence or repercussion
Got smoke for whoever want it
All this codeine in my stomach
I was really outside thuggin'
Way before Chris Brown was tryna run it
But I still got the block jumping
Eight balls go for one hundred
Eight hundred for the whole onion
Ain't nobody ain't stepped on it
We got it
Stuck in the trenches
[?]
You niggas looking defenseless
Hop out my business
Coming for 'em like who is it
If you ain't talking bout digits
Street life, I can't enough though
All the streetlights and the gunsmoke
Better sleep tight with your gun close
Cause I'm at your neck bitch, cut throat
Yeah, it's Fatts
It was me and lil crip robbing [?], hitting licks
Until we lost our section 8 and had to move on 65th
Pops got locked up serving yay, my momma working double shifts
Saying we gon' be okay, I know she tired than a bitch
Now my Auntie J tripping and we getting put out
Moving harder with Uncle Phil right there off Downey and South
All my cousins they knew the drill, they bout the same thing I'm bout
At McKinley, punch on anybody running their mouth
Fast forward, I'm getting money and I done got a little older
Got a chip on it for the times I got the cold shoulder
Young hot nigga but my heart got a lot colder
Who would've thought I was gon' be that nigga when I grow up
From stacking them boulders, me and them quarters
Now I get chauffeured
You smell that aroma, that OG my odor
You niggas bold huh
Tryna creep on the low huh
Oh you think I ain't know huh
Til I pull up, get to bust
Don't care bout no consequence or repercussion
Got smoke for whoever want it
All this codeine in my stomach
I was really outside thuggin'
Way before Chris Brown was tryna run it
But I still got the block jumping
Eight balls go for one hundred
Eight hundred for the whole onion
Ain't nobody ain't stepped on it
We got it
Stuck in the trenches
[?]
You niggas looking defenseless
Hop out my business
Coming for 'em like who is it
If you ain't talking bout digits
Street life, I can't enough though
All the streetlights and the gunsmoke
Better sleep tight with your gun close
Cause I'm at your neck bitch, cut throat
Yeah, it's Fatts
