Shinobi Christ - Shinobi OG Pt. II lyrics

[Verse I : Shinobi Christ] I'm so sick of this sh** Every single day a n***a flipping them bricks Run up in my city, bet that n***a get tipped He gon' need to drop fifty for a hit of this swish Little n***a I'm lit Vague getting flicked He gone take another rip while I'm weighing this zip I was facing that piff when I made this You was in Vegas, kicking it with basic b**hes And gold diggers Broke n***a, get stomped out to your soul miss Like your hoe missing My soda glistened I told Chris, my sole existence To roll swishers so ignite that sh** Pour a 4 in a sprite that quick They blowing up my phone cause they like that sip These some thirsty a** hoes I don't like that sh** I don't like that b**h My girlfriend said that she would fight that b**h That's why I got to hide the gun before I got to hide a body She so mother f**ing crazy but she keep it so kawaii Got a (Glock 17 .45 ACP) b**h hoe n***a get pistol whipped For six whole minutes got a nympho chick With the indo lit, playing 'Indo Whip' And you only get lit when your b**h don't trip Spent the money for my cousins on extend clips about to Trade a bottle of Activis for the Mac 11 Making profit and all you making is bad decisions My god told me to k** him n***a I had to listen Fell asleep in catechism take another sip until I doze off Wake up everybody still thowed off Her tattoos drip when her clothes off n***a this Shinobi OG. Part two On point like a harpoon Inked up like a cartoon These little n***as trying to steal my f**ing lean and my art too (God damn) Man all you little n***as in my tsukoyomi Why they always talking down, they don't even know me? I made four hundred fifty off a f**ing O-Z Now all I wanna know is what the f** it's gone' be [Verse II: Vague] Oh that's you? Nah that's me n***a So spaced out that Shinobi OG My mind gon' catch what your eyes can't see Probably hit that n***a Nyr if I'm looking for the lean What's that fragrance? That be the weed I don't wear no cologne, kush be my B.O They don't want the bars like they out on parole Mixing and popping I'm out of control But I'm dedicated n***a, motivated My money grow cause I cultivate it I f** this beat now its violated I'm a real a** n***a I'm validated Man I'm so gone, so thowed I don't know what these n***as on They need to leave the bullsh** alone Yeah leave the bullsh** at home I ain't with the f** sh** that's obvious I ain't in the function with a snobby b**h Just trying to get paid get stupid rich, yeah Real sh**, that's an automatic Flipping money like its acrobatic Planned it all out n***a systematic Rotten Gang n***a that ain't nothing to f** with And this a head banger might cause a concussion And I only talk money when I have a discussion man I pray to the heavens I'm good in these streets And the brand that I'm repping will flourish and feast And the haters will witness and just start to weep I'm so cold in these streets, like its ice on the buildings Man f** all your feelings I do this me Yeah i do this for me And your sh** is weak (Alright..)