Stranded on Death Row - Empier Ent, Docman

[Hook}

All eyes on me everyday moving round like its death row

Clear the room or show respect, get beat down like death row

Couple homies wear red, some wear blue, banging like death row

Pop off get dropped off, have a nigga end up on death row (x2)

Not a killer don’t push me, but when I get there i’m on the tenth speed

No type chill, no time to breath, the smoke gt me higher than Cali weed

I’m addicted strong to th confrontation, like real life trolling is my

occupation

And I work all day no type vacation, I don’t got no friends screw the

conversation

Empiers the gang gang, running things like suge do

Walk around your vicinity better bow down and touch your shoes

I hear em talking when the doors closed, tryna plot with their little crews

But the streets talk, I got big ears, I can hear it all, I got the drop on fools

Talking guns like I ain’t got non, What you think the kid sold them all?

Broke or rich ima keep the itch to keep the metal till they all fall

Screw rap, let’s get it popping, from New York City to the streets of Compton

I’ll lay you down if it come to it. to protect my family i’ll risk it all

Henny and weed, aggrivated minds that be the recipe (that be the recipe)

I don’t need that, I just lean back and dramas in front of me (dramas in front

of me)

Handle it properly (handle it properly), only way that I know (only way that I

know)

Bring you in a room (bring you in a room), the rest is like Death Row