Joey Fatts - Karma lyrics

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Joey Fatts - Karma lyrics

[Intro] All right, let's go [Verse] I'm on my way home, my block I roam A pocket full of stones and a nickel plated nine I'm on my way home, always travel alone And I dare a n***a try to take mine I'm on a one way, strapped up like a dyke b**h Take a p**y n***a ice quick, that's light sh** Cause these guns ain't for show, boy 40 shoot your face out your fro, boy I'm letting n***as know, boy, that this 2N Crip You know my name, you know my gang And if you got a problem, you know I serve my 'caine On the one way, if you come make sure you come with your thang I'm not for the games, OK, switch subjects I'm balling hard, these b**hes love it I just f** 'em then f** it, I gotta get this money Rob a n***a for his cash and pay my tithes on Sunday Lord, should I be worried 'bout karma? If I'm robbing sh** to giving you my dollars? Neck too black for these white collars When I plot, these motherf**ers gaining problems And the farthest that I got was a stockroom Screaming, "f** my boss, I'ma be on soon" Same n***a used to sling weed in homeroom Hustle hard ‘cause I didn't have a home to go home to So tell me, what I got to lose, n***a? I'm on the block with my n***as That's down to pop a few hiccups so come up out them f**ing j**els, n***a Every day we play the post like a sinner We pray to God ‘cause we sinners, we getting money like a Jew, n***a Only a few n***as that I trust, the few n***as that will bust But still every time I ride I keep my 45 tucked Down in the [?] we high, blowing ganja Neck and my watch shine, but still ain't got the time, bruh If it ain't 'bout money you see, ‘cause when I was broke All you n***as weren't f**ing with me, I die for what I own Before a n***a take something from me, I did a lot of sh** So I think karma coming for me, karma, how you doing? My name is Joey, I like to blow trees From the East side of Long Beach, I like to hang out with my OGs Late, drinking 40s, making music, [?] all the ops You know, still I'm TTG, leaving n***as holy Karma I heard about you, you tryna f** I'm tryna f** you too You be f**ing everybody, girl, but I don't give a f** tonight I got my hammer tucked tonight, let a op try to drive by I'ma leave him like [?] at that light The enemies shot the block up the other day Like Nipsey said, "Gang bang, do it right" Ran up on him in the morning while he eat eggs Came back and smoked his older brother the same night, gang

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