BOE Sosa - On My Head lyrics

Ah Gangland BOE sh** n***a We move as one, yeah Heard another homie dead Heard it's money on my head Doin’ life in the feds Heard it's money on my head, s**ers want me dead On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds This the life a n***a livin’, you can't live like this Pockets empty, no money for the f**in' rent Heard it's money on my head, s**ers want me dead On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds This the life a n***a livin', you can't live like this Pockets empty, no money for the f**in' rent Dead broke, I done stood through it tall You my brother, I just wanna see you ball Grew up in the trenches, I seen it all Lost some n***as in the grave and behind the wall Free my brother out the cage, pray he comin’ home Walkin’ cold streets, I was all alone Now a n***a up, we was down so long This how I live, put it in a song You can't walk in my shoes, you won’t last a day Smokin' on this chop, take away the pain Ain't too much real, lot of n***as fake Sosa on the run, skippin' state to state Message to the youth, do your own thing Started from the bottom, made my own lane You ask me, I’d rather be rich, you can keep the fame Hundred bands, put it up in a new safe Heard it's money on my head, s**ers want me dead On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds This the life a n***a livin', you can't live like this Pockets empty, no money for the f**in' rent Heard it's money on my head, s**ers want me dead On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds This the life a n***a livin', you can't live like this Pockets empty, no money for the f**in' rent Pockets empty, no money for the f**in' rent All that woofin' like he 'bout it, he get filled with lead Got some shooters slidin' 'round, tryna bust his head Honestly my teacher told me I was gon' wind up dead Get your bag young n***a, you gon' be the man The system f**ed up, I was in that jam Without y'all, wouldn't be nothin', swear I love my fans Without y'all, wouldn't be nothin', swear I love my fans Shootouts, broad day, you gon' win or lose We gon' touch an M, ain't got time to lose Big bands, rubber bands make the b**h choose BOE, yeah them n***as don't move how we move Whole lot of people depending on me I know Lulmir still here with me I'ma be a real n***a 'til they smoke me Lil' bro got forty, watch how you approach me Heard it's money on my head, s**ers want me dead On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds This the life a n***a livin', you can't live like this Pockets empty, no money for the f**in' rent Heard it's money on my head, s**ers want me dead On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds This the life a n***a livin', you can't live like this Pockets empty, no money for the f**in' rent