Stranded on Death Row
[Hook}
All eyes on me everyday moving round like its death row
Clear the room or show respect, get beat down like death row
Couple homies wear red, some wear blue, banging like death row
Pop off get dropped off, have a nigga end up on death row (x2)

[Verse 1]
Not a killer don't push me, but when I get there i'm on the tenth speed
No type chill, no time to breath, the smoke gеt me higher than Cali weed
I'm addicted strong to thе confrontation, like real life trolling is my occupation
And I work all day no type vacation, I don't got no friends screw the conversation

Empiers the gang gang, running things like suge do
Walk around your vicinity better bow down and touch your shoes
I hear em talking when the doors closed, tryna plot with their little crews
But the streets talk, I got big ears, I can hear it all, I got the drop on fools

Talking guns like I ain't got non, What you think the kid sold them all?
Broke or rich ima keep the itch to keep the metal till they all fall
Screw rap, let's get it popping, from New York City to the streets of Compton
I'll lay you down if it come to it. to protect my family i'll risk it all
Henny and weed, aggrivated minds that be the recipe (that be the recipe)
I don't need that, I just lean back and dramas in front of me (dramas in front of me)
Handle it properly (handle it properly), only way that I know (only way that I know)
Bring you in a room (bring you in a room), the rest is like Death Row

[Hook}
All eyes on me everyday moving round like its death row
Clear the room or show respect, get beat down like death row
Couple homies wear red, some wear blue, banging like death row
Pop off get dropped off, have a nigga end up on death row (x2)

[Verse 2]
Ima tell you now that they all pussy (all pussy)
All squishy, all Michelin Man fluffy All
If I see you ima beat you like you stole from me Aye!
If I see Chris Landry ima get hungry Aye!

It's time to eat, Its time to rock em and put em to sleep
It's time to show em how Empier beat all of the ops chop em down to the feet
Walk in the room with a pound of the beef, yeah i'm still mad nigga yeah i'm still mad nigga
Come to yo hood take a dump on yo street, you ain't that bad nigga you ain't that bad nigga

Bossy i'm hardly the type to get mad, scream in yah face I just sit there and laugh
Plan on the side get some youngins to ride, drop of a bag just to make sure they right
Sit at the corner and spark up the herb, stay close to the phone for the green light
Don't play no games, two shots and go, make it look clean and get out of sight
Only the strong will survive the weak will just die, my enemies crush em long as they alive
Poppin or not, I make the time for it, drop the location trust me I will drive
Find you remind you that I am the boogie man, you hear all the stories you really know
Keep on acting you the man, I keep on acting like Death Row

[Hook}
All eyes on me everyday moving round like its death row
Clear the room or show respect, get beat down like death row
Couple homies wear red, some wear blue, banging like death row
Pop off get dropped off, have a nigga end up on death row (x2)