BBQ Spot - Audio Push

The industry, the enemies, and the cops

These niggas running around with mops

They ain’t working at no BBQ spot

Mama said: «Live with a girl worth dying for, get some money and stay out the

way»

I hit the clinic let them weigh out the eighth

Let’s see how life is finna play out today

I’m in the Benz doing like a whole eighty

Getting mad-dogged by a white old lady

Driving crazy while i’m bangin' old Jay Z

I can tell that she mad as fuck

(Oh you mad uh? you mad uh)

Cuz my skin black as fuck

Skin tatted up

She in an average truck

And my cash is up

They wanna put me in a box

The industry, the enemies, and the cops

These niggas run around with mops

And they ain’t working at no BBQ spot

Watch your head, watch your head

Too many niggas out here dropping dead

IPhone connected to the Feds

Prescription meds pushed him to the edge

Product of the environment

Hair nappy so nobody’s hiring

Hard not to be violent

Hard to keep quiet

When you’re waking up to sirens

The shooting that happened in San Bernardino

Was the government for all that we know

For gun control, they want to harm the people

USA is the heart of evil

Man, they wanna put me in a box

The industry, the enemies, and the cops

These niggas run around with mops

They ain’t working at no BBQ spot

They wanna put me in a box

The industry, the enemies, and the cops

They want everything that I got

They never wanna see a nigga on top

They wanna put me in a box

And i’m fresh so I get that

But have a seat, boy.

Sit back

You got yours, I need get-backs

From IE, where the shit cracks

Where you get down where you pissed at

And if not, you should’ve got bitch slapped

Yeah, Yeah, it’s real nigga time on the dot

They staring because they smelling pot

Got a W up like I’m Pac

I’m really from the West and you’re not

So all that flexing got you looking regular

Never been in pressure club sections

Swish, swish, like I’m Roger Federer

Slow it up I’m way too far ahead of them

Came to the meeting

And they said they wanna put me in a box

The industry, the enemies, and the cops

They goin' try to get you to stop

2016 shittin' on the OP’s

And my ex is trippin' cuz they dropped

Making rapping commas do the trappin' numbers

I know you heard the name, it’s mama

But Sun can chill, IE got the summer

It’s time to start handling business

Yeah, it’s time to start handling business

Cuz the fam will need houses and Benz’s

Dressed in camo for doubting the Princes

My only vice, a pretty face and a fast car

Not to mention weed

Funking on sticks and seeds

I know love is all we need baby

But they wanna put me in a box

The industry, the enemies, and the cops

These niggas running around with mops

And they ain’t working at no BBQ spot

They wanna put me in a box

The industry, the enemies, and the cops

They want everything that i got

They never wanna see a nigga on top

Now that’s right

Nigga that’s that real shit

Nigga that’s the shit that they wanna hear out here in these streets my nigga

Back up over there on that left coast

That west coast, that best coast, left side everything

Aight, Denise nigga Audio Push