Lyrical Breakdown of Body For My Zipcode (Feat. Young Life, Freddie Gibbs & Dave East) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Real shit, real shit nigga Yeah, uh Homicide city, another homicide Catch your body for my zip code Leave your top open like a fishbowl Just know niggas on the block with the fish scale Get a bowl, hit it slow Everybody on the block they just tryna get it though Get it though And tell a nigga bout a three way, no subliminals We be climbin' through your window slow Big magazine make you centerfold Push the envelope, make a wall pop like you're in a coke Finish you Whippin' through Iraq, nigga fuck Obama These niggas is fish swimmin' with piranhas Watch homie get killed right on that corner He was chasin' commas now he's a goner Now we so focused cause we so hopeless Grandma came down to me and spoke this The game ain't full of shit but vultures Your homies ain't your homies, nigga you ain't owe shit Compton academy Up 10 with no batteries, that's why they mad at me Some homies is causalities That's my reality, go on the faculty Hundred round drum when the K come Young niggas racin' down the Crans as the bass thump They won't give it to me, I'ma take some Know I must pay for my sins when the day come Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? homicide city another homicide) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Fingertips numb from the cocaine Twenty thousand every time my door swing Count it up again when the door close Plug fronted you the work, you in a dope hole Have the nigga workin' round the clock, takin' no doors Same clothes, nigga never serve the popos Homie the Presidential Rollie, it was so froze He was ice cold till the shit got up in his nose I done seen kings turn to crack fiends Baby used to keep the wheels on the 'Lac clean Fucked around and caught a beam with a trap queen Was wrappin' packages before I had a rap dream Was wrappin' packages before I had a rap dream Was doin' robberies before I had a rap show The type of nigga throw a (?) in the pot And drive a foreign off the lot And cop the motor in the back ho Cause every day a nigga flexin' Finessin', full clip in my weapon I blow like (?), no worries, no stressin' Head honcho, the boss boy, I play my position Bitch I feel like Nino before he was snitchin', God damn Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? homicide city another homicide) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) I ain't from south central, nigga I'm a menace Get up out the car homie, handle business I give my youngin' 500 to handle witness I find out you hiding out? Your man'll get it Catch a body for my neighborhood I got a ratchet with the numbers scratched off plus I aim for good I had the kush out in Ravenswood Back in Harlem, had the sour if you talkin' better make it good Better make it quick, I'm with a Jamaican bitch Black and grey Raider fit, drugs you can take your pick This ain't for your Instagram, don't take a pic I was tryna take some grams, flip it all, make me rich When I get around this money, it make me itch Finger fuckin' my nina, I'll make you take a shit Got a bag where your stomach used to be And I ain't talkin' Billboard but my youngin's makin' hits Prolly run up in your crib for the safe box Don't forget that combination when the pressure on Sweat drippin' on the chrome .45 And your life if a nigga breath wrong And I hate cops Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? homicide city another homicide) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block)