Lyrics:
the dark where they found you
Peeling you apart they surround you
No escape trapped by closed gate
Might as well label it a cold case
Claws dig deep into
CBD put it in like DVD
Tony Soprano, I'm boutta end on a high note like
Tony Soprano, I'm boutta end on a high note
You know the motto, sip Modulo by
grind, never stop for bitches
Never talk like a mom, I gotta watch you snitches
And I stick to the script, that's my advice so live
Eat nigga, let it
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
Thought you was ready for the jet talk (jet talk)
And I thought you was ready for the switchblade (switchblade)
'Cause the Audemar come with
niggas off, be back in the mornin'
Last time was a walk up, now we poppin' out the foreign
I'm stickin' to the script, y'all got too many stories
You
the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
and a leg
Kinda cost me arm and a leg, pussy
I went from a chump to a champ, yes I flipped this script
You'd get blind if I flicked this wrist
I came in
got my back like ten bands
'cept my brothers, my mother, and a script full of xans
If I go down, If I go down
You won’t make a sound, you won’t make
closed he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
or bathed in like six days
King Leonidas at his finest, no witness so who assaulted you?
Talk to God, go to war, think, consult with the oracle
Kevin
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
people
Talk that shit for the working class, man
You a true thug homie
We got your motherfucking back
You can say whatever you want to say
About whatever
me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk
Switchin' to freaky, so I'm lovin' the way that she walk
You lookin' good, girl, you oughta be in
And let B.G. ease down the shinin' lane
Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up
Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up
You don't wanna put your
down in your Tennessee grounds, do they say you're serial?
Never waste a lesson in this shit
Fed ‘em to a script, set ‘em in a ditch...
Shift gears
It's Kiing Most
I know it hurts that I'm ahead of you
Cause I'm the real deal
Nigga you a edible
Don't talk that king shit to me
Cause I'll behead ya
me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk
Switchin' to freaky, so I'm lovin' the way that she walk
You lookin' good, girl, you oughta be in
a
Stain on the feet a talk down I guarantee you
Face be in that dirt like a damn ant eater
We stack mail with no envelopes
Wallet is so obese and obtuse is
me
She's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery
She's my pretty young thing
She's my down ass bitch
Yo you know how I do
Dillinger duece duece
I got the scripts
We sitting on medical
Kush king
Put me on pedestal
I got the scripts
We sitting on medical
God raps
You not on my level
I got
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