PRO MERKED PT. 2 LYRICS

Ay. He think he Big Mitch, Larry Hoover.

Flippin’ work got him hit with the Ruger.

Chasin dough, tryna make a pizza pimp.

Now his brain’s blown – tomato sauce on a deep dish.

We invincible til we get made invisible.

This here is not difficult, everybody is killable.

You in these streets everyday while the world turn.

That’ll put you in the ground like an earthworm

See in this concrete jungle Satan is the zookeeper.

Put us on display and turn our pain to entertainment bruh.

Rappers manufacture stories, they aint never lived at all.

Then our children listen, emulate it, just so they can ball?

Nah I aint sayin a goon aint got the 9 on him.

Whip work, surge to the fiend so he can shine on em.

Buy that clean Chevy Biscayne just to flaunt it

’till he get hit with a Mac with no Apple on it

 

You say you in the kitchen steady whippin’ ’bout to make a killin’

Streets stack money to the ceiling, boy that’ll

Get your head bust, Merked, Get your head bust, Merked

Get your head bust, Merked, Get your head bust, Merked

You going hard for that paper, stuntin on them haters

Guarantee it’ll happen now or later, boy you gon’

Get your head bust, Merked, Get your head bust, Merked

Get your head bust, Merked, Get your head bust, Merked

 

Now you can catch him on the block, even when it’s hot

Got enough rocks to make, gravel parking lots

He on top, bet he ain’t gon’ stop

Don’t play with his guap, you know that’ll get you shot

His attitude like, forget you pay me

No iPhone, sling birds like they angry

Watch him get it, whip whip whip it

Plenty flour in the kitchen, but he ain’t cookin’ chicken

’till them folks kick in the door, tell him run me all that dough

And all that work, and all that perk is coming with me boy fo sho

What he holdin’ he cocking and start poppin’

’till that chopper turn his watermelon into fruit salad

Now what did he gain from all that hustlin’

Gave his whole life to the streets and got nothing

Pride will turn a fool into a G

That’s why you think like it won’t happen to me

 

You say you in the kitchen steady whippin’ ’bout to make a killin’

Streets stack money to the ceiling, boy that’ll

Get your head bust, Merked, Get your head bust, Merked

Get your head bust, Merked, Get your head bust, Merked

You going hard for that paper, statin on them haters

Guarantee it’ll happen now or later, boy you gon’

Get your head bust, Merked, Get your head bust, Merked

Get your head bust, Merked, Get your head bust, Merked

 

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