Cashwitus Pooh - 12:00 Lyrics

Uh
Ima start this shit at eleven fifty seven
This shit gone end at twelve o'clock
Lets do it
Hannn

You can't judge me off my past
And off my dirt I seen it coming
Trusting souls becoming foes
This like my fourteenth mile and running
When my nigga mayjour died I felt that
Pain inside my stomach twelve o'clock
Them shots fired mommas crying
Niggas ducking threw a bag inside the
Trenches they ain't even see it coming
Put them prices on y'all head thats
Big spread easy hummus shedding tears
For all my niggas who ain't make it
Off that corner half my dogs got hit with
Life the other half went to the coroners
I was plotting on a mill just asking God to
Set that date for me make it out the hood
I felt like God had a escape for me crying
To my mother every night my momma
Prayed for me she prayed I make it out
Cause swear to God they had a grave for me
(Go)
Niggas hate me now just til God give me that
Pro bag ima put that same bag on you just
With a toe tag I come from the trap
(Grrraw)
I promised God ill never go back
But hustling my life its in my blood y'all
Niggas know that
I made it out them trenches
(Go)
Homicide that shit get wicked
If you black and got a bag then on
My block bitch you a ticket
(Talk to em)
If you rap its even worse
Bitch that price get real expensive
Dinner time they at yo house
Before you even to finish
(Grrraw)
I can't even trust these niggas
I be thinking they gone turn on me
Shit even at the store when I walk in
Got my burner on me meet me at the top
We face to face but i'm invisible can't beat me
If you tried i'm in my prime bitch i'm
Invincible this shit just like pinnacle
Im giving y'all my daily walk of life
This shit get biblical believe me this ain't
Fictional I live by loyalty this shit my life
This shit traditional you cross me once
You'll never eat again I live by principal
See I done seen my
(Go)
Own homie turn his back
Trying to put that switch on me
Forty shots inside that trap thank God I had my
Grip on me I looked right inside his eyes
While shooting that was soul bending me and
Rock was blocking shots all night like we was
Goaltending
(Go)
Coming from the roc you win or lose
You get a shot at life my hand was on my hammer
My heart was colder than a block of ice
(Talk to em)
You gone either run or fight or put some
Work in for yo block we dipping out that
Trap when twelve come
Call that twelve o'clock
Its easy nigga