Major (feat. AnteUp & Drilla) - OPlus

I'm just tryna make my homies Free free The block or the jail or the street street Saying they been through hell they need me Now I ain't abandoning but I am leaving Demons at the dinner table eat me Look into your eyes I see they neatly Pile pain on pain and it so easy Put him in the casket set him free free I remember my first story my first story Back when i was with the gang bumping lil tory We would do some thangs we Aint really sorry Pull up on your block and we start the party We did the Diddy bop wanted a maserati Till we got that pack from the lil hottie When we got back Yeah they tried robbery Put one in his chest and let him die on me My hands on his shirts his lungs squeezing We all covered in blood as its all leaking I gotta sound in my ear and it's just his screaming "My eyes going Dark why can't I see shit" At this point already barely breathing Sirens coming now it's time leave him Now we popping exactsy cure our feelings His mama cried all through the weekend I'm just tryna make my homies Free free The block or the jail or the street street Saying they been through hell they need me Now I ain't abandoning but I am leaving Demons at the dinner table eat me Look into your eyes I see they neatly Pile pain on pain and it so easy Put him in the casket set him free free This one's a little more bout repentence 15 hit by car now that be really senseless Ride for little R my whole school demands it Shout out to his mom's like how could she manage Pulling on the plug her son body through damage It done changed my school another kid done vanish Already rocking tools and running up with the vengeance Already breaking rules and knowing we gone regret it Big A overdosed by hitting it like a Cannon Straps caught life the game aint got no stand in Dabs got tired he killed himself with no mention Zee got time he barely even regrets shit E got his mind fucked by all this G shit Now he gotta wake up debate what he seeing And when I got cuffed up I met demons As the ops got they guns up pointed even Me I went numb but thought god please man I really thought on thay day it was my turn leaving I'm just tryna make my homies, Free free The block or the jail or the street street Saying they been through hell they need me Now I ain't abandoning but I am leaving Demons at the dinner table eat me Look into your eyes I see they neatly Pile pain on pain and it so easy Put him in the casket set him free free

Put a Rollie on my whoadie Cause I'm up now Put a Rollie on my whoadie Copped a bust down Gave the stollie to my whoadie Gotta touchdown If my whoadie cannot stand Turn to a crutch now Put the weight on me bitch bitch I could take it Electric bitch I'm static I'm not stagnant huh When she see the paddock say she pregnant huh Huh bands on me bitch I learned how to save it yeah Big bag we was balling on the pavement yeah Disconnect motherfucka now we latent huh Serving patients huh all I have is patience huh Smell of money I just trademark that my fragrance huh Put a Rollie on my whoadie Cause I'm up now Put a Rollie on my whoadie Copped a bust down Gave the stollie to my whoadie Gotta touchdown If my whoadie cannot stand Turn to a crutch now See me in designer know it's not fair huh If whoadie really need turn to a wheelchair ugh My bullets Big Bear Bitch turn ur man square bitch I'ma cutthroat coming for they larynx Slit With a big Gat whoadie got the big straps Pull up on the man and make him make him relapse Where the beef at aiming for your kneecaps If you get past that you gone just get blast back Put a Rollie on my whoadie Cause I'm up now Put a Rollie on my whoadie Copped a bust down Gave the stollie to my whoadie Gotta touchdown If my whoadie cannot stand Turn to a crutch now

Shot my demons emptied out the whole mag bitch When my demons stepped to me I toe tagged it With my angels I be all about my gang shit Big bag not in need of soul saving Shot my demons emptied out the whole mag bitch When my demons stepped to me I toe tagged it With my angels I be all about my gang shit Big bag not in need of soul saving No worries I'ma shotta not waste man I just Stay Fam really making plays fam In my Jays Fam Call me fucking Ace man And ur main bitch won't call you when her plane land Ain't no race man I'm balling like Space Jam This a hit just a lick just a taste man Big bag... but I still eat your cake fam I still hustle everyday man that's the wave man Big Strap that he tote on make you break dance The boi that used to live up by the lakes damn Cuffed inside that station waiting on probation Live it how you make it Now I make it rain man I'm just here to hustle maintain Put my lamb in the lane Tryna, show family fame Bringing my knowledge from pain Shot my demons emptied out the whole mag bitch When my demons stepped to me I toe tagged it With my angels I be all about my gang shit Big bag not in need of soul saving Shot my demons emptied out the whole mag bitch When my demons stepped to me I toe tagged it With my angels I be all about my gang shit Big bag not in need of soul saving Big bag not in need of soul saving Fuck a bitch id spend a rack up on my bracelet I do the same shit choppa leave you faceless Ante up bitch I've been holding all the Aces AnteUp bitch I'm just wondering where the cake is Give your bitch a facelift so now you fucking famous No hating but fuck it I'm riding with stainless With a stainless