2dead Boyz Felony Ring Lyrics

[Intro]
Good evening, Brooklyn police say they put a stop to a violent ring operating out of Flatbush, responsible for a string of robberies and drug sales across the borough
Janelle, investigators tell us nine people were taken into custody earlier this morning after a six-month undercover operation
Tonight, several suspects are in custody, and a large cache of weapons is off the streets
Lisa, detectives from the 70th Precinct say they havе been tracking this group for months

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Criminal tendencies, my ring is a fеlony
My conscience keep tellin' me that my friends really enemies
They all want the end of me, could tell by their energy
My bitch say I'm paranoid and I just need therapy
Criminal tendencies, my ring is a felony
My conscience keep tellin' me that my friends really enemies
They all want the end of me, could tell by their energy
My bitch say I'm paranoid and I just need therapy

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Late night on some bullshit, afters at the crib
Nose full of substances, we just tryna live
My frequency is love, my tendencies survival
I ain't really wanna judge, what you do is on you
They can't fake the love, every day I say my prayers
Hate a nigga tryna take credit for what ain't his
Get by, smoke blunts, wonder where time went
Where I'm from, you either gon' sink or learn to swim
I lost so much friends, I'm runnin' out of f*cks to give
Why y'all dick-suck the same three rappers like they the best?
I been doin' it well, light up the L, pass me the L
Inebriated felon, young, Black, America's menace
It hurts to love you, I don't think I'm really 'posed to be here
Lookin' out my window, I can't stand the rain
Talkin' to myself so long, forgot to blink, like, like
f*ck what y'all niggas think, like [Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Criminal tendencies, my ring is a felony
My conscience keep tellin' me that my friends really enemies
They all want the end of me, could tell by their energy
My bitch say I'm paranoid and I just need therapy
Criminal tendencies, my ring is a felony
My conscience keep tellin' me that my friends really enemies
They all want the end of me, could tell by their energy
My bitch say I'm paranoid and I just need therapy

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
We all know the legacy, if not, then check receipts
I took my team from the streets to penthouse suites
I struck a nerve and put the whole world on LSD
Y'all lil' niggas know the scheme
Can't lie, when my papa died, it did damage
Can't tell if these memories are implanted
Lyin' to myself, music blastin', dyin' to myself
Diamonds in my smile, diamonds in my belt
Dollars over problems, commas over ridin'
Knowledge over profits, silence over violence
Papers over grabba, soul survivors
More Osama than Obama
When I see drama, I climb up on her
My aura my body armor, I charm her
I'm a titty sucker, ass palmer, weed make me calmer
Good sex and better karma, I'm on ya
My bitch a rotten spoiler, bullets swarm ya, funeral in order
My man sold a pack after he snorted a quarter
I laugh, I guess his tactics is hustlin' backwards
Caught up in the rap shit, need a baker to cook up this crack here
Nikes, his ice is gleamin', beamin' in my [?] glasses
I laugh when I see danger signs and "Do not enter" logos
Dyin' is the best promo
But lyin' is how you really make the most dough though
Off microphone, yo
The CIA and DEA and FBI be eyein' me, but I see why
Diamonds VSI
This is Meechy Dark, y'all, signin' off, goodbye, mwah