No Pass

They rap about this life, they don’t live like that
Ah nah, they don’t live like that
They ain’t pullin' up with poles
They ain’t bouncin' out sticks like that
Nigga they ain’t really sick like that
Ain’t get shit like that
Hell Gang nigga
Pure love for my LA niggas
I’m out in LA with it
Blood callin' where the pint everyday
Show up in your hood where niggas die everyday
Murder rate average bout a body a day
Run it up, we at the (?)
How we’re callin' these plays
Sticks lit, we don’t talk to the J
Stick it to your face and let you talk to this K, aye
My youngin' got a fully in that Gucci bag
Find me in the Churches is where I’m posted at
I don’t care what you know bruh it’s all bad
Unfamiliar faces, they don’t get no pass
These unfamiliar faces, they don’t get no pass
Cause unfamiliar faces, they don’t get no pass
If I ever fall off I’ma get right back
Lord knows I’ma get right back
Said if I ever fall off I’ma get right back
Lord knows I’ma get right back
Can’t live like that
They like «why you do your wrist like that?»
You a dork if you don’t piss out crack
We still send out packs
Celly got the F&N on slap
100k, is mandated when you live in the trap
Look at eulogies and things if my killers react
We was broke now look where we at
If I ain’t lookin' at sack
Suckers talkin' bout they cookin' my cap
Pull up we in the hood with the blat
The Gucci bag on splat
My youngin' got a fully in that Gucci bag
Find me in the Churches is where I’m posted at
I don’t care what you know bruh it’s all bad
Unfamiliar faces, they don’t get no pass
These unfamiliar faces, they don’t get no pass
Cause unfamiliar faces, they don’t get no pass