Rick Hyde, OT the Real, Heem B$F, Black Soprano Family - Danger Zone lyrics

Yeah snow
Hope I make it home sP, what up?

So many nights posted in the danger zone
This thing I carry with me
Make you change your tone
I serve out a glass house
And I'm slingin' stone
I snap a brick in half
Like I'm breakin' bones
Whole car full of work, hope I make it home
Yeah, strap right under my shirt
Hope I make it home

Mortal Kombat, this dope's a fatality
Your plug wore snakeskin
It matched his personality
My bros'll roll and smoke you
Like some Cali' tree only A's and B's I ever
Got's assault and batteries
Seventeen, I caught a home invasion


But I spanked it
But probation wasn't playin' and put
Me on a bracelet
I cut it off, got some soft
And I got it shakin'
Bro's doin' seven in the
Yard for a conversation
I get the windows jumpin', Killadel'
Pistol clutchin'
Most the people listenin' to my
Music really into somethin'
Hit me on the sig' if
Even for a quick discussion
Do this for my dogs who did bids
And feed they kids from hustlin'
Told bro, "When you get a sec'
If you tryna get a check"
"There's a dead man walkin'
But nobody hit him yet"
We ain't on the 'Gram talkin' indirect
Fiend main-lined a gram
Now blood's comin' out his neck
Like disrespect

So many nights posted in the danger zone
This thing I carry with me
Make you change your tone
I serve out a glass house
And I'm slingin' stone
I snap a brick in half
Like I'm breakin' bones
Whole car full of work, hope I make it home
Yeah, strap right under my shirt
Hope I make it home

Pack a glizzy on the go when the danger on
Say it's murder what she wrote
We from the danger zone
Slap a switch up on the glizzy
Turn the laser on i play my enemies close
I'm tryna make it home
Hundred grams on the first
Started with a zone
My plug fronted what I buy
But he don't got a phone
I turn one into a two, I could make 'em clone
I'm hands-on living proof
Gangster to the bone
I'm Tupac with the juice
Heart made of chrome
Used to trap off the Boost
Ridin' through them tolls
Burn it down to the oil
Shock it 'til it's froze
Move the fork three times
And the cookie swole
Crack fiends in the spot, had a steady flow
Nigga talkin' like he want it
But he pussy though
Glass house full of stones
But the window broke
Think the neighbors smell the fume
We been cookin' coke they know, haha

So many nights posted in the danger zone
This thing I carry with me
Make you change your tone
I serve out a glass house
And I'm slingin' stone
I snap a brick in half
Like I'm breakin' bones
Whole car full of work, hope I make it home
Yeah, strap right under my shirt
Hope I make it home

Racks fallin' out my Ksubis
Forty-three my Guccis
Hope this lick don't turn a Pookie
Then they try to scoop me
I been hustlin' since what's her
Name was sellin' coochie
What I sell got orange
Hair like Danny Bonaduce
They told me I was next up, I replied
"I'm right now"
Made a killin' sittin' next to
Kerr like I'm Mike Brown
If you come to Buffalo
I'll break that lil' bite down
It's somethin' in the water
You ain't sturdy, then you might drown
I'm still duckin' Tobias
Sellin' at it's highest
All my open cases for possession, I'm demonic
I'ma beat them bitches 'cause
They legalisin' chronic
Bag it up in seven sticky
Fingers like the Onyx
When you work for what you promise
It feel good to know you got it
Put yourself in the position to
Put people into power
Stack before you starving
Wait until the harvest
Pray soon as it land because we
Made it home again, motherfucker, uh, yeah

So many nights posted in the danger zone
This thing I carry with me
Make you change your tone
I serve out a glass house
And I'm slingin' stone
I snap a brick in half
Like I'm breakin' bones
Whole car full of work, hope I make it home
Yeah, strap right under my shirt
Hope I make it home