Turning Point

[Intro: MRA (Black Genesis)]

Alright so y’all made it to the middle of the tape

It’s the turning point

About to go from innocence into experience

But first I need to take a little break

Go take a shit shower shave

And you know I got the niggas

AiR Twerxes cAb and $pliff

They’re gonna entertain y’all

So you know they just gonna throw down

It’s about to go down

So I’ma just go ahead and walk out

And these niggas are pretty much gonna handle up

Aire you’re up first

[Verse 1: BR AiR]

Everyday it’s poppin’ off in my city no lie

Niggas’ll chop they brother wings off just to be fly

Little Danny tryna be in the condo in the sky

Tryna move up tryna get a slice of that pie

Five years in the game man he could give a fuck if he die

Four five on his side and the other side a nine

On his neck that freeze on his wrist that shine

Front pockets full of pills back pocket got pine

Phone had missed calls and messages from dimes

Moving product with his goons [?] crimes

He was tired of ducking and dodging and fucking

One time so fuck it this time he say

When the dicks buss there’s I’ma buss mine

They pulled up and pulled out

Ain’t get a shell off but he tried

Asphalt facin’ gravel tastin’

Little Danny felt his soul climb

Heard his goons cry

He ain’t even get a chance to say bye

From good to bad to ugly

From sweet to taint to funky

From angels to average to addicts tryna feed a monkey

[?] drug life so junky

Little Danny

[Verse 2: Twerxes]

It’s your boy twerxes

And I do everything that you won’t do

And I gotta come through with my damn crew

SSE man like a damn jungle chimpanzee

That be me on tv when I do what I do

When the booty rockin’ I ain’t stoppin’

I’ma come in man get a zit poppin’

Get this shit poppin’ like a mother fuckin’

Soda can bitch I’m the man

I got a minivan and a big ass truck

Mother fucker want that nigga get stuck with a sucker

And I had to hit him with the fuckers

That’s a mother fuckin’ nunchucker

Like a Bruce Lee nigga

Talk that shit nigga that’s that picture

What’s that picture that’s that nigga

[Verse 3: cAb]

Yeah it goes from good to bad and bad to worse

Nigga not making ends tryna steal the purse

By the end of the day he’ll be due for a hearse

But then it gets worse a nigga down the block

Put his brother in the dirt I know his heart hurt

He’s feeling like the worst but the worst is yet to come

Cause my story just begun

Yeah story of some young niggas

Hanging on blocks slanging rocks like pitchers

Ones an artist and he only tryna draw pictures

Small fellow and he kept it hella mellow

Inconsistent like Mello and that’s where he fucked up

Out of luck in the cut niggas mugged up

Any lack of trust can lead to a bust

And they know that so they won’t hold back

You for one know that

That they hold gats and they aim at the hat

Headshot dreadlocks won’t protect that

And fact is a fact that you not bulletproof

Beware what the bullets do I know

Niggas packing tools to the fucking show

Say he living by the code

Can’t trust a nigga even if he could throw

And I’ll be dropping bombs

So much shit going on find it hard to stay calm

But I’ma find a way fuck what you tryna say

Got the blueprint floor plans build another day

Turnaround and spit the flames in his fucking face

Light shining you incinerate the place

Minus the black burner on my fucking waist

And lay siege ’til your saving grace

Yeah

[Verse 4: $pliff]

Turn nothing into something

Kinda like magic abracadabra

Taking trips to saturn

Just to escape madness

Taught myself how to make cash the fastest

Get it and make it stretch elastics

These niggas is plastic

Can’t hold under pressure fold under pressure

I make a diamond turn into gold under pressure

You [?] too toxic for you to sniff

Better try as best as you can

To stay in sync with the plan

Bitch I’m the man on tv and demand

You gotta pay per view

The game ain’t for you like two plus two

I’ll make lunch out of you

I’m like captain crunch with the flu

Serial killer colder than ice vanilla

[?] what me and bros putting on instrumentals

I’m a tuba you a fiddle

Came up now we hotter than griddles

I’m not tryna belittle you

But this spit is massive seek out these [?]

Bitches get struck like matches

Throwing game like madden

Cause I’m a savage and that’s madness

[Outro: MRA (Black Genesis)]

Woo alright as I said it’s the turning point

We’re about to go from innocence into experience

So stay tuned