Album: rage & serenity
Upc: 859722965704
Isrc: tcadj1703556
Song title: catch a body
Writer: tracy moore jr
Mastering: tracys mastering service
Label: thoroughbred ent stl
Published 11/20/2017
Received a phone call from the homeboy around the way
It’s four in the morning i was tired so i let it ring
Kind of fed up so i picked up what’s the problem
The homeboy told me there’s an op that’s snitchin’ on the squadryen
I rolled outta bed, wipе the sleep out my eyes
Thеn i asked for a name so he paused and he sighed
And said that i won’t believe it but trust he need a touch up (touch up)
Then he said the name now i’m all kind of fucced up
Now i don’t know what to do but i must obey the g code
Life is a game but the game has no cheat code
Learned at an early age you must kill a snake
You might rise in a position they don’t have so they take
Wash my face, brush my teeth, throw some clothes on
Can’t forget the mask or the gloves and my herringbone
Let alone i don’t know the situations overtones
But he made a choice so i voice what i will condone
For my..
Hustle, my hustle, my hustle ain’t a hobby
My hustle, this hustle, my hustle ain’t a hobby
My hustle, this hustle
I might just catch a body, i might just catch a body
I might just catch a body for my
Hustle, my hustle, my hustle ain’t a hobby
My hustle, this hustle, my hustle ain’t a hobby
My hustle, this hustle
I might just catch a body, i might just catch a body
I might just catch a body for my
So i’m going out of town so i hit up big cuz
The thing bout big cuz, she lit, cuz she blowin’ big bud
Now i’m fucced up but yo boi is still on a mission
Just to catch this nicca slippin
Roll up on em leave em missin’
Rydin’ scopin’ out the town, hopin’ i don’t look out of place
Mobbin’ wit a frown, hopin’ i see this nicca face
Still high off that loud, knowin’ that i might catch a case
But fucc sh#t ain’t allowed, at anytime or any space
Claimin’ bred but he wasn’t nothing but a decoy
For the feds just to have him snitchin’ on his homebois
Knowing he up in that office tellin’ the one time all our secrets
And then he come around, actin’ like he down knowin’ he on some weak sh#t
That punk b#tch, never seen it coming but i had my eye on em
Taking my kindness for weakness like i won’t peep sh#t
Hoping he die slowly
Now it’s nine o clocc it’s getting dark i’m still about my issue
Rolled up on this nicca in the park, holdin’ on my pistol
So i dim my lights like in boyz from the hood
Then i jumped out, cause i’m bout to pop this boy in tha hood
Creeping up slowly, holding an automatic
Yeah i’m bout to get em and that’s automatic
He turn around see me and start to panic
He get the runnin’, i get the clappin’
Start runnin’ out so i reloaded
Should’ve knew better to fucc wit a soldier
Shot at his bacc, then he fell down
Then i came up, then he turned over
Now he begging and pleading thinkin’ i don’t know that he a counterfeit
He pissed me off so i let shot rang out in his esophagus
Hustle, my hustle
My hustle, this hustle
My hustle, this hustle
I might just catch a body, i might just catch a body
I might just catch a body for my
Hustle, my hustle, my hustle ain’t a hobby
My hustle, this hustle, my hustle ain’t a hobby
My hustle, this hustle
I might just catch a body, i might just catch a body
I might just catch a body for my
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