Lyrics:
I lay it down and now
I keep a shooter with me, all my niggas is some gym rats
Cause I can't wait on karma, I just gotta get my lick back
I told
on and
Get down on it, get down on it
Get down on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
gotta be steady
We smoking gas out the woods, so no passing
No Dutch and hell nah I can't fuck with no Eddie
My gang be lit as a bitch, so don't tell us
is
Bitch if you talk it's a problem
Ran down now he missing his partner
Man down I need me a Rihanna
Can't come outside it get real in my city
There
zoned out, turned off Waze
Took my own route speackin’ to our soul
I know they want me to tone down
Cops want to shoot me, pull your phone out
(get down
crazy dealing with depression
I think god trying to teach me a lesson
Swear to god that this life can get hectic
I'm tryna excel so I know I can't stress
done brought me here, at least it ain’t bring me flowers
Writing all my fears, only loving through Eddie Bauer
Feel like I’m broken, how my demons get
like Taz up this room
And shit'll get to spinning, gambling with my feelings, if I press you like some digits
Bombs Out, Kaboom
Sorry I didn't mean
broken the pole
Bang bang bang on your Fisher-Price drum
You call yourself a trooper by the rule of thumb
Stand down (stand down)
Stand down soldier,
peace , these stupid ppl think I make a scene
Get this shit by any means, I'm focused on my destiny
Deleting all my enemies, you cant fuck with my energy
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
killin' your diet
[Jay-Z]
Can I get it what, get it wet
When he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the best
It ain't wack to be with both of us,
motherfuckers Don't fuck with me I'm warning you what the Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker Shut, shut up I transcend And get you through the grape vines Rappers
Every time I'm in my city, I be feeling like my shit don't stink
Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding around with niggas that I
off dope
And bought me some assets
And my car came with the gadgets
And my bitch ass is the fattest
And I get money the fastest
That's why they hating
to
Had to do just that to FLY now I'm Eddie the Eagle with mine
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with
slowed it down with ice
Fuck with me, get a bag, hit the road, change your life
Bitch, tell me what you want, I can get you what you like
Get you two unhit
a nantucket
Then go get a jar from branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
strike
[Verse 2:]
I get a call from my boy bout seven thirty
Eating pizza with my bitch watching Eddie Murphy
He said his working but something went
keep myself awake with masturbation –
While homeless junkies like Dealin' Eddie
Some sudden rapid fire of articulation
Got to get it all out –
Got
asking
Who you is and who you with and how you bending that back in
DJ Phish i get it twisted a lot
If you is down for a session let's get down to the spot
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