On My Head

Текст песни BOE Sosa - On My Head

On My Head Lyrics[Intro]
Ah
Gangland
BOE shit, nigga
We move as one, yeah
Heard another homie dead
Heard it's money on my head
Doin’ life in the feds

[Chorus]
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Want me gone)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (From the feds)
This the life a nigga livin’, you can't live like this (No you can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Ah)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (On the real)
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this (You can’t)
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin’ rent
[Verse 1]
Dead broke, I done stood through it tall (Huh)
You my brother, I just wanna see you ball (Gangland)
Grew up in the trenches, I seen it all (For real)
Lost some niggas in the grave and behind the wall (Bangin' G’s)
Free my brother out the cage, pray he comin' home (Free the gang)
Walkin' cold streets, I was all alone (Nobody was there)
Now a nigga up, we was down so long (Flex on 'em)
This how I live, put it in a song (Gang)
You can’t walk in my shoes, you won't last a day (No you can't)
Smokin' on this chop take away the pain
Ain't too much real, lot of niggas fake (Hah)
Sosa on the run, skippin' state to state
Message to the youth, do your own thing (For real)
Started from the bottom, made my own lane
You ask me, I'd rather be rich, you can keep the fame (Hah)
Hundred bands, put it up in a new safe

[Chorus]
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Want me gone)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (From the feds)
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this (No you can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Ah)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (On the real)
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this (You can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent
[Verse 2]
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent (Dead broke)
All that woofin' like he 'bout it, he get filled with lead (Bah, bah)
Got some shooters slidin' 'round, tryna bust his head
Honestly my teacher told me I was gon' wind up dead (Hah)
Get your bag, young nigga, you gon' be the man (For real)
The system fucked up, I was in that jam
Without y'all, wouldn't be nothin', swear I love my fans (Love y'all)
Without y'all, wouldn't be nothin', swear I love my fans (Hah)
Shootouts, broad day, you gon' win or lose (Bah bah bah)
We gon' touch an M, ain't got time to lose (Million)
Big bands, rubber bands make the bitch choose (Hah)
BOE, yeah them niggas don't move how we move
Whole lot of people dependin' on me (On me)
I know Lulmir still here with me (Rest in peace)
I'ma be a real nigga 'til they smoke me
Lil' bro got forty, watch how you approach me

[Chorus]
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Want me gone)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (From the feds)
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this (No you can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead (Ah)
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds (On the real)
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this (You can't)
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent