Starlito - Life Insurance Pt. 2 lyrics

Funerals & Court Dates Karma is real Free Hot Boy Nitty GhettOut Start some sh** in front the police 'cause you scared for your d**h That's how you put insurance on yourself I'm just not sure it's gonna help, I'm still comin' up by myself Something right by my belt, I'll dump this b**h 'til it melt, yeah I should've left that sh** alone a long time ago Sending out peace treaties, I ain't sign it though They just wanna trick me out what I grinded for Left the gun store, hit the dispensary 'cause I want all kind of smoke Told 'em to call my lawyer, I bet no questions get answered b**h you taking chances with a professional gambler Ain't no pressure, just know that all them old threats get handled I'm with your ho, dog, and her throat lookin' like she protesting the anthem, goddamnit f**, I need to focus for my family Toaster somewhere close and yeah I know this b**h ain't jamming This is a revolver, case is open so I don't show my sh** on camera If I got a show then I'ma go in with my hammer every time Me and Lito catching plays at the faucet, he got the Glock Know the devil ain't on his shoulder but he in the left-handed holster I ride 'round with this AK like you ride 'round with your opps We got like eighty shots, connect this b**h and catch a thousand watts All pain no shock, when it get gangster we come out on top But we come out at night and broad day When it's beef run down on opps It ain't no slippers, you might've put insurance on yourself But you know we don't play no checkers, get insurance for your steppers Man together, we be back to back, back to back with them colors Boy we extra, feds stop making nines, say they discontinued This metal made in 1921, it's a machine gun With a drum, we get it done, n***as gon' pa**, we ain't gon' tax sh** I ain't checking, I tried to rationalize but it ain't no snatching a body So I'm on the pa**enger side when we slide I'm a god, talkin' crazy and got what money? be quiet It's a ganster on this side every time Every time, why the f** these n***as playin' with my pride? k** 'em or let 'em die, man I can't even decide Pull up with that four-four and my plane leaving at five We ain't believing your lies, these the same n***as be crying Oh you surprised, what you can't see it in my eyes? Man I survived but that's the same reason I grind Young n***a got a drive like he hate needing a ride Out in tour in a Sprinter with 'bout eight heaters inside Maybe I should be quiet, they gon' blame me if he die They'll sentence sh** with a vengeance, look how they gave Meek all that time Free Gates, man these cases they'll change your state of mind I'm in a stand your ground state, may be the face of gun crime Don't know how it's gon' wind up, make it hard to unwind Do me a favor, pray for me one time, and free Two Time Came with a chopper, TEC with me like Maine Musik n***as ain't really tough, man these n***as is plain stupid You stupid ain't you? GhettOut, Lito