Lyrics NO OPTIONS - EDWARD BIL

NO OPTIONS

Lately I been ****ing with Russians
Seen wit me Bet not touch em
These gun spit like busta
These bullets burn like Usher
Sum of my niggas can’t trust em
Day 1s turn in to busters
Family turn into customers
But that shit means nothing to hustlers
Notorious niggas don’t want war wit us
If u know me then u know wats up
From a small hood just like Spartacus
But still in the streets like the Warriors, Streets
Let me tell u bout these streets
Wear a life vest because this shit gets deep
If u Blood or u Crip a nigga would touch u for that Green
And that nigga right beside u u really think he on yo team?
Ain’t crazy how nigga die for dead Presidents?
A couple of Franklins niggas would touch u in your residence
How this shit is heaven sent if tha route of evil
Without the same change u and yo niggas ain’t equal
These bitches most tha time materialistic moisturizer on his dic
And he didn’t even buy u lipstick
These hoes we having keep a nigga babies with
If she’s a rat tell me who the fuck u think is raising it
40 percent time her and who ever else she leaves the baby wit
Let me tell wats craziest (Ona Hood)
These bitches sleeping wit the enemy
Over looking the fact niggas never what they pretend to be
Then when it’s getting deep the bitch got the nerves to speak
She’s was keeping her head above water but let a nigga sink