Detroit L-O, Sade - Bullet Proof Bars lyrics

Come on
Let's take a picture of this life we living
You see niggas work like slaves
Just so they can make a living
You got bitches buried in make-up

Topped off with weave
Thinking they about to get a
Single puff of this weed
Without giving up some pussy
Man these hoes need to stop it
Girl you pulling my leg

You got me twisted like a Bop It
I done opened many doors
Without the mufucking key
Yea nigga you cool
But you ain't cool with me
Pull some shit up out the crate

Killing all this new wack shit
Fully equipped with the crack bitch
In Saks Fifth, I gotta get mysеlf together
I slowly hit them cornеrs
Sitting on that Cadi leather
I ain't got nothing left but

My family and my brethren's
Of course I got the man that's
Gon get me into heaven
I'm the jump cable to the hip hop engine
I give boosts while these niggas just boost

You need to listen yea, I don't know
Who is raising these young niggas
Run up on a nigga, rob a nigga for 1 figure
Wanna be a gangsta so damn bad
Now you in the joint

Tryna keep these niggas out yo ass
Raised in Detroit
But I do the total opposite
Than any other nigga in my
City tryna drop a whip drop a grip

On a new Mercedes and a diamond neck
Focus on yo cheddar
When you look up you gon have respect
But it ain't the cheddar that's
Gon get niggas behind you
A motivating mindset, must I remind you

Crazy how being a goon, niggas gas you up
But when it come down to a business play
Niggas pass you up
Now you looking sad as fuck
Tears hit yo collar
Cuz you got more bodies than

Yo ass got dollars
And you think that you the
Shit because of that, lil busta
Cuz without that gun, you a busta
And these niggas dead
Gotta bury like that nigga Stephon
I'm the rawest nigga that the
Motor city can find
Chicken salad on the side

With some honey Dijon
She already know what's up when
That car seat recline
She ain't in my range, so I gotta dog her
Call me rover four leaf clover
I get lucky with yo bitch and then it's over

Cold shoulder
I got some cheese she thinking i'm a hero
Plus the jeweler threw some ice on me
Now he sub zero
Don't be a bitch in this game
Or get bitched in this game
Can't be clueless, some fluke, some switched
I'm the same and these bitches

You know I had to say something
On Snapchat, looking at the camera
Saying nothing
Look up bitch, get yo face up out yo phone
Too late
By time you look up bitch i'm on and I'm gone
Feel the fury of a nigga who
So tired of goofy bitches
Make them feel sorry that they dipped
Man that's my intentions

I'm sorry I had to give it
To you like that but umm
This that real raw rap
I call that the triple R you know what
I'm saying man, but aye the lost tape
15 baby so imma gon head and
Let ya'll nigga chill right here