Bishop Speaks ... Matter - Grip, IceColdBishop, AHYES

Big homie, had a high point 9 mm, selling dope all in the classroom

If he get caught, probably kill a teacher

Crackhead, tryin' to steal his speakers

Jack boy, tryin' to take his sneakers

Plug trippin', I can get it cheaper

But he still callin' up a nigga phone

I don’t want the dope no more

All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga knows is get dough

All a nigga- hol' up, yeah, wait, I don’t want the dope no more,

I don’t want the dope no more

All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga do is kick door

I need a flat-head screwdriver, acting like a bitch, I’ll get a new driver

Rollin' with a couple two-timers, double back boys yea the tool timers

Yeah, I see ya whole crew shinin', thank you niggas for the new diamonds

Thank you niggas for the earrings, shot by his face and made his ear ring

Half a gram on the porcelain, I will never be poor again

Uncle turned to a Muslim, start smoking crack and now he eating pork again

I just watched my nigga snort a 8th, ridin' round with a.38

Smokin' dope since he was 38, he was like «Look, nephew, Goddamn»

I don’t want the dope no more

All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga knows is get dough

All a nigga- hol' up, yeah, wait, I don’t want the dope no more,

I don’t want the dope no more

All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga do is kick door

What’s the matter?

Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them

guns go rattatata?

I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like

dark matter

What’s the matter?

Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them

guns go rattatata?

I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like

dark matter

Who knew we’d tote choppers when Grams was watching soap operas?

No poppers, we wasn’t coached proper, the pole poppin’ll knock the soul out ya

Live by street law, never tell pigs what we saw

This shit is Skee-Ball, make it up the hill then you free fall

This a nightmare you can’t sleep off

No Ambien can drown out the randomness of an ambulance, cannabis can’t grant

you a thick enough smokescreen

To block out hoes' dreams and desperation of a dope fiend

My hands been dirty, I’m not sure if this something soap cleans but I’m

scrubbin' and scrubbin' and fuck

Snuck in a club with a snub again and ended up bustin' in parking lot when that

bitch close

Told cousin to meet me on Covington at Citgo

Temp is bubblin', senses is doublin', right back to scrubbin' and scrubbin' and

scrubbin' it

Dark thoughts hovering, that the idea of me strugglin'

So needless to say I’m right back at it again, strapped and strapped for cash

and willing to take a crack at it for ends

What’s the matter?

Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them

guns go rattatata?

I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like

dark matter

What’s the matter?

Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them

guns go rattatata?

I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like

dark-