Its Deeplay4keeps (o's up never g's you heard shout out Francis Mcreary) (crooks) I turn on my black beam im keeping it sleek never letting water leak life is not a dream I have to fight if I am surprised I’m clearing out the scene I gotta get the cream I want all my enemies dead on the scene and about my friends hopefully they’re safe so when you see me don’t drop the rakes reading the bible is some shit that I won’t do look into eyes don’t sigh (ahhh) I’m a demon when I shoot it rains led do not mess up my line of sight I have to lead these niggas really sour I came a long way from harlem riding round all the towers made it out the jail cells silently remembering when bloodie left premises he checked off a new nemesis niggas were looking pale my gun’s been steaming just like a train I grind on rails bailing bros out of the jails putting in pain im doing it all for mail (huh) I had to make a mark creating plays in darkened ally ways for my gang I did it with no fame give put word on my name [bridge] Thats what’s important discovery of gang seated in a heated season no treasons up for debate grieving isn’t neither I scare you reason you've never seen the gates nesty in there grieving he’s bestie isn't breathing (rah rah) [hook]In ally ways with allies no fame a power play no stay [chorus]security (yo) whats the scrutiny I bet I reply its a couple niggas lifes Bitch I’m totin on jackie eliminating niggas in taxis destabilising cameras I smoke rah from that backseat (word) Pop me a yellow I do not get jiggy riding around throughout harlem we the ones who make it litty r i p benji for him we send plenty you said your smoking notti (a beg ya fucking pardon)I’ll finish what i started when we spin through opps blocks in the dark aiming for targets make em bleed performing robberies removing light from outer circles don’t trip up on your block when its hot just hurdle its not too much to say there’s no light in this degree who the hell is nay benz (pew) selling illegal drugs and weed ima spank that bitch dyke while I'm in the mitch not talking Michelle so no fed talk (gta 4) if their gun jammed on their block it’d be a cakewalk had to get off the scene had to leave all the stores im telling you my dreams now once again in night I’m praying that they come to life I put up with lots of fights keeping all the mystery they done know I don’t show sympathy my brothers seem sick I think they’ve got symptoms of crossing opps (off the list) in the winter making cold plays like they're blizzards moving hot from each state it is unknown how we do it we stay ruthless that’s state to state alotta opps who’s outta sight they cannot wait to strike I can’t go out like lotti as I walk with my knife (don’t get cut... dummy) In ally ways with allies no fame a power play no stay security (yo) whats the scrutiny I bet I reply its a couple niggas lifes (on da gang)

Crooked criminality