Let It Bang

Now like I was saying

I used to go into muh'fuckin', um, Bomber's Club on Convent

With slacks and shoes on, with the TEC-9 on

Just - you know what I'm saying? Just scoping out for a bit

Yeah Psych, you used to have the TEC with the good pants?

You know, we was just hungry like that

Too tired of shooting in the air cause I can't get my way and shit






Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle

He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle

Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you

With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he get in tussles






(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang






Lightpost workout, how he turned out

Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out

He screamed, "Lazy fucker, won't you try to get a job?"

Block party where the hoochies turned out

They would dance and sweat they perm out

If they scream, "We got beef" he would handle with no prob

Cologne and liquor was his odor, fragrance of a ridin' soldier

ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars

40 ounce and then some marijuana

When grandma died from pneumonia

Now his life a roller coaster, put that shit on God






(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang






Uhh, bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle

Sold him dope in by the bundles

Draw down on him, his own gun though

Fuck about family, where's my Hundo?

'
Fore my clip go knock-knock zero

Fake nigga talkin' 'bout Q ain't real

18 slangin' that Coupe Deville

Young nigga, young nigga move that dope

Young nigga might get killed

Cuz ain't payin' my bills, heat make the beef get grilled

12 years clutchin' that steel

Pop a nigga more than them pills

Pistol under sheet when I sleep

Body niggas like I do beats

I ain't talkin' bout my uncle, this me

Made another million this week

Swagger make a Bentley look cheap

I'm the reason why your momma OD'd

I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep

Now you wanna talk about peace

Pimpin' bitches all in these streets

Wonderin' why you rubbin' her feet

If you got high off what I sold

How his teeth platinum when he on shit row?

Big belly ballin' like I'm still gettin' throwed

Leave a nigga flat 'til his body get towed

Sad that the curtain got closed

Leave him with a hole in his skull






Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang

Uh, yeah