NO OPTIONS - EDWARD BIL

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