King Harris - Wolff St. lyrics

[Intro: King Harris] Uh, small sh** to a giant I hope the lord fogive me for my defiants I'm hot enough but ain't sh** to do with declining [?] where I'm from it's n***as deciding Should I stop at this mountain or should I climb it? All this money to get and they stressing over compliance I get my family out this hellhole Opposite and diminish sure to wind up in jail clothes (Movie sample) [Verse 1: King Harris] Got me Mr Officer but ain't sh** in my cuppy-cup (nah) To show off this Hennessy and this tree I've been puffing up It's supposed to be k** (k**), It's supposed to be k**ed (k**) It's k** or be k**ed n***a for real Pull up on Wolff Street, promise still on that Elco He made it a big deal, but I made it a lil' mo' Paid it no mind, she stressing me not to sell dope I probably shouldn't but who the hell wanna sell clothes You promised your daddy we'd do this sh** as a family So you gon have to knock it off before them n***as get at you Bodies all on the Babalu, grandma heard it was prolly you or your n***a Jay I pray to God the bullets didn't ricochet They left my n***a for dead, bullets under his chest No co-operation with po that had ya momma upset Keep it real between me and you that ain't some sh** I regret Though your family disagree some sh** you gotta accept Hold up, I'm meant to say some sh** you gotta respect But if I ever see them n***as [?] Unless somebody hear the silence like it's prolly a mess I guess he finally got em, now Jay can finally rest Tell these n***as I'm in the trenches, so I can give a f** bout these raggedy a** b**hes I'm outchea getting paper like wait up these n***as tripping He up to something fishy got you and you doing dishes But ain't no food for thought only lobster put over pasta, LaMaritas persona Stella Rosa for me she think I ain't got over D Arguments over that she like why your ain't got over that Told her you think it's silly these n***as is tryna k** me dead