Televised Lyrics

The streets is all I had to love on, I'm from a drug zone

Lil' homie keep his mug on, can't wait till all the bros home

Skinny-dippin' with a model bitch, she don't got no pudge on her

I can get you orange and blue pills, I got a plug on 'em

ERD my jacket, we done splashed it, I gotta keep my ratchet

This year, let 'em have it, cop a gulf stream to offset my taxes

Hittin' it from the back, she gettin' attacked, this shit like black magic

Tennis chains, a carat and a half on my ears, gettin' clarity

Nothin' like these cappin'-ass rappers, really 'bout that action

Send 'em to my mama house, my sister signin' for the packages

Ain't no clothes in there, yeah, couple 'bows in there

Yeah, I put my blick and fix my shirt before I go inside, yeah

Two-three, serve on different zaza, come and pick your kind

Ketamine'll get you high, this shit for the vibes

Poppin' shit, catch me outside, they gotta duck and dodge

Really up, I got at least a dime in my garage

Gotta show me she your twin, let's have a ménage, yeah

Know the feds in town for switches and secret compartments

Every day, we pushin' pounds, we done beat up departments

They don't want me in that mode, swear I'm really the hardest

Fuck them ****, let 'em die, I want it televised (Fuck 'em, yeah)

I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide

Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out

.223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind

TRX came bulletproof, bricks came in an inner tube

Frontline with them stompers every time like I ain't got shit to lose

All about that pape', I'm on my grind, I got some shit to do

Use this as my interlude (Yeah), I'm cool on all them interviews

Streets, I got 'em in a headlock, cut off my dreadlocks

The lawyer wanted seven hundred grand, he got it dead, doc

Been on his ass the last twelve months, he shouldn't have said nothin'

Don't ask me how I feel about him, fuck him, take his head off

Hundred grand stuffed in my sweatpants, these from Chrome Heart

Money over bitches, turn my back on gang? Hell nah

She stay on my mind, I think about her 'cause head raw

You'll wait in a line for these pills like it's med call

You ain't got a couple M's put up, you should shut the fuck up

All of y'all can't fuck with none of mine, I'm ready to put the check up

Tryin' to keep it low, but I don't know how, this shit a different level

I'm my brother's keeper, we all we got, we gotta stick together

She gon' give that twat to me whenever, say I get her wetter

All this shit I got from out the gutter, duckin' death forever

Never let 'em play me like a buster, on my lil' ones? Never

Money make your whole life better, I want this shit forever

Fuck them ****, let 'em die, I want it televised (Fuck 'em, yeah)

I'd rather let it fly before I let it slide

Two BPs, they trail behind me, I got them steppers out

.223, a hundred shots, swear that's my favorite kind