Oooh word
I got killers on my side
Niggas ready to die
And if you talking about me that shit ain't gonna fly no more
No
No more
No
Came from the bottom niggas still here
Blood full of hate and a heart with no fear
I'm in the streets every day where niggas get killed
Cause when you start to act fake that's when shit get real
I'm a Monsta nigga that's with an A not a ER
But act up any day I'll leave your body in the ER
Cause we are from the city where everybody trying to shine
Either out there with that work or you in doing time
So in between the hustle I just stop to write a rhyme hoping one day I get mine
So I can straight shine and ball hard like Blake Griffin
With a lob from Chris Paul
The world is my ball and Ima slam it on you all
I got killers on my side niggas ready to die
And if you're talking about me that shit ain't gonna fly no more
No
No more
No
I got bitches in the ride throwing away they pride
Feeling a little tipsy and don't be acting shy no more
No
No more
No
How you think I got this watch nigga I ain't pay for it
Where you think I got this chain flipping everyday for it
Couldn't get a job so I'm hustling while they slave for it
Trying to get a deal so every night I still pray for it
Crack of dawn wide awake finger on the trigger
Rollie on my wrist but got no time for you niggas
Try and stop my grind and find out what I'll do to you
This one clip will change Sunday service to a funeral
At your front door yeah boy I deliver
Me and five niggas hole through your liver
Pick your body up and drop you off at a river
Heart so cold i make all these niggas shiver
Monsta so street so stay the fuck up in your lane
Man I'm in it for the money
Screaming fuck all of the fame
Cuban around my neck and I ain't talking about a chain
No need to run game she already know my name
And if that pussy leaking I pipe that
Beat it up she don't fight back
Give that hoe a night cap and the next day she'll be right back
And for all you niggas hating I can't say it any clearer
The only time you see pussy is when you're looking in the mirror
I got killers on my side niggas ready to die
And if you're talking about me that shit ain't gonna fly no more
No
No more
No
I got bitches in the ride throwing away they pride
Feeling a little tipsy and don't be acting shy no more
No
No more
No
