Hundred Ninety Bands

[Intro] Where we at? Bo Jack, let's get it [Verse 1] I been in the streets so long, my name carved in the pavement But all my peoples dead and gone, so pardon my behavior Click your bitch screen with the remote, ain't targeting no strangers Start sipping lean and smoking dope, was harnessing my anger So when they sleep, I'm wide awoke, was hard for me to shake it I ride with DeeDee right or wrong, regardless what we facing "Can't let these niggas do me, Bo", the heart, it couldn't take it I rеad the statement that hе wrote, was hard for me to face it Keep the money close, never too far for me to chase it Did some things that tainted my soul, that part of me is sacred I feel like Sylvester Stallone arguing with Adrian Fifth of anejo Patron, been partying with Satan Say I'm controlling, that's part of my narcissistic nature Left a half a brick in the Rover, parked it on Stahelin You catch how your hold, from the tar when we bleed the pavement Stick at your dome, I feel like a archer when I'm aiming Uh [Chorus] Roll out the red carpet at the banquet We pulled off in a 'Rari, pulled back up in a Vanquish Know they don't comprehend, it's hard to speak my slanguage Left my passport in Japan, they carded me in Vegas A hundred ninety bands, we armed and we dangerous I put my own work in, they chargin' me for maintenance So pay the service fee, or get murdered for free But keep that between us, you ain't heard it from me You ain't heard it from me [Verse 2] In my hood, we ain't Cripping but we rep the letter C Used to ante up and chip in on the seven, me and B Lost Gigi last week, I just seen him at the G RIP my nigga E-Boy, he came to me in a dream Told me him and Swalley cool and smiling down on me from Heaven Then I lost my nigga Newt, at his funeral recession Thought about my nigga Nixie, Troy, D-Boy and Roxie R.I.P my nigga Craig, E-Lo, Tino and Moxie Lil' Desi and Whooly caught up with Jeffery back in Cooley Put his brother in a blender, turn that boy into a smoothie Lil bro, you know I miss you, shit ain't been the same without you Since you left us, we been gripping, on the gang, you know I got you Lil Jean, tell Eric holla at my nigga Dell Long live my nigga Krill, they found him hanging in his cell Tell Stevie, Slick, and Tez fuck is we gon' do without 'em? Only place for us is at the top 'cause we come from the bottom Used to be with Freddie B and Jacquo, they caught up with his mans Knock the meat out of his taco, that's how you take a stand Peace my nigga Will from the Warren, my nigga E from the Ville Chilly from Shasberry, can't forget Screech and LaVelle A.K.A Vido Payne, I miss Sharday and Shorty They took my nigga James out the game 'fore it even started R.I.P to Mr. Waters, shout out to Mr. Bostic My nigga Sneaky held it down, wasn't really with the gossip Gang shit [Chorus] Roll out the red carpet at the banquet We pulled off in a 'Rari, pulled back up in a Vanquish Know they don't comprehend, it's hard to speak my slanguage Left my passport in Japan, they carded me in Vegas A hundred ninety bands, we armed and we dangerous I put my own work in, they chargin' me for maintenance So pay the service fee, or get murdered for free But keep that between us you ain't heard it from me You ain't heard it from me