Izaya Tiji - What Would You Do lyrics

Oh yea

They don't make these bitches like
They made you no more
God done took all my friends
I can't take it no more
And they talm 'bout "What's
Wrong with you?", can't fake it no more
If one more of my friends
Die we gon' shake some, oh lord
If I climb higher then these niggas
They gon' take me down
If I get rich around my niggas
They don't let me down
Pink seas, we swim too deeply until we drown
Love lives and dies
Turns roses from red to brown
And if I die, baby
Then bury me with the rats and the dogs
I think these Percocet's and Xannie's
They gon' get along
I'ma treat you right for a minute
But I'm just playing around
If I get too rich I think God
He gon' strike me down
Numbers and letters on pills
Can't even remember now
I dropped down on my damn knees, white flag

Watch where ya' go
Got shooters all over the place like GI Joe
Got a bad lil' ho, but her man don't know
Need a LV coffin if a nigga die rich
And pour out a line if a nigga die broke
And the hollow tips silent so
You don't die slow
Boy, go and get ya bag every day I swore
55's in ya back when ya ass exposed
Pipe could put a bullet from
Ya head to your toes and my niggas say
He'll take you out for the low
We'll put him in the air
Give him wings like a crow
How you niggas get rich
Then you change on your folk bow down
Let me put a lil' change in your fro
Was ya gang back then
But you changed on the low
Want the best for you son
But you ain't got hope
Shooters came in the night
Wearing Louis V' coat
Shooters got aim, send ya ass to Sunday
Nigga, I run it up Monday to Monday
Roll a damn opp up, smelling like some ganja
It's a lot of crazy ass
Shit that I don't say
It's a lot of rich ass
Shit that I don't say
And I want a real wet wrist, Eliantte
And most of my niggas locked up in bondage
Lil' boy, what would you do for ya partner?

Oh, partner, partner, partner partner, oh