Lyrics:
Yo, yo, yo
Kid with bad habits
My friend Sammy, yeah he never had a real family
All the clothes he had were hand me downs
Its funny cause he's not so
get gray when it's time to groove
I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, I'm supplied with
a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator
her crown (Oh, oh)
We going on trips to Miami
Yeah
She getting her hair done by Sammy
Yeah
She getting her nails by Tammy
Yeah
Make me nervous I'm
my shit, 'cause
Sammy Adams what is what they like
Being a man it only makes you better off
Ain't a rock band, no my shits never soft
I look at girls
no brandy, She hop on top but can stand me
Off that moon rock she not landing, she pitch it i pop it like sammy, SOSA
She smoke so lets ride, on lake
Little Sammy was a kid on a council estate
His dad listened to the skids, the slits and the slates
So Sammy listened too, he loved the passion in it
and queen
Rule another world forever
We'd set our course to live or die
Across the universe
I'd be by your side
If we could only believe
We can only make
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
and get by
Pick a wifey out the crowd
When hoes threw it at you like
Kershaw on the mound
No ring in sight
Now you trying to raise a man
You aint even one
well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him
coming through, for the U.K.-crew
Me and Goldie sssh, you know how we do
Only the true hip-hop-heads know what time it is with this
Now, if you're with
If you believe it than you shall achieve it
Seems like once you start believing when they start retreating
I gotta reach my zenith and display my
coming through, for the U.K.-crew
Me and Goldie sssh, you know how we do
Only the true hip-hop-heads know what time it is with this
Now, if you're with
Of the backroad
Rolling up backwoods
Do it all by myself
Sammy the boy
I don't need no help
Hell
Hell when they lock the boy in a cell
Ain't no friends
Couldn't get
feel you one in a million you the new Aaliyah
Feel it's a big deal every time I see her, real love
Keep giving me something to believe in
Niggas try
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord
He was conceived by
Philip
Ain't stoppin for none until my first mil touched
Wanna make it all on my own, so don't try to help
She got that water, so I turn into Flychael
I am in no way shape or form a rapper
I swear to you
Go head sammy
But this is about to be fiya
Let's go
I bring the fiya
You cannot stop it, you
strike you out like I'm Kershaw
Throwing all these tantrums
In all honesty, we should ban Trump
Yeah, from earth
It's not absurd
To lock this turd
Or kick
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord
He was conceived by
me
Nobody believes in me no
Only you believes in me
Thank you for supportin' me
Life is a gift i know
But life is hard u know
Sometimes it makes u
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
a VCR funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face dead memory waste
Kill me, kill everyone
You can let them all die
The only thing in this
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