Sticks Land
Welcome to the land
Where they get it in
We be chasing M's
If you think you real
Fuck with one of them
Welcome to the land
Where they get it in
We be chasing M's
If you think you real
Fuck with one of them
Back on the map, back of my lack, back in the trap. Niggas talking crap, they don't wanna scrap. Stuck in my bag, getting to this cash, better run the tab. Went to college just for calculating math. Opps in my path, I ain't sad, get up out the way. Motherfucker bust, put you in the lab let's create. 150 records sold all across the area. My lyrics have a ransom note and nigga I'll bury ya. You scary bruh, get to slapping necks for talking petty bruh. My rhymes a carry 30 bars and stash you in the carrier. All my niggas grind, str8 up homicide, that's how we ride. Niggas think it's sweet, up wit that 5. Who that on the rise, better duck and hide, don't come outside, out there talking foul, hit you wit that iron. Uh, who that lil nigga always talking gang shit. Not me homie, I just rep the team I came wit. Never lane switch, you fucking lames get a blank disk. I told shorty I can't fucking hang gimme brain bitch. So insane, PCE the name who you bang with. P-R-O-M-O-N-A-N-T you know the name bitch. Never change stay the fucking same fuck a lame bitch. Sticks Land, til the fucking end FREE THE GANG BITCH! Uh
Welcome to the land
Where they get it in
We be chasing M's
If you think you real
Fuck with one of them
Welcome to the land
Where they get it in
We be chasing M's
If you think you real
Fuck with one of them
Welcome to the land
Where they get it in
We be chasing M's
If you think you real
Fuck with one of them
Welcome to the land
Where they get it in
We be chasing M's
If you think you real
Fuck with one of them