Lyrics:
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
in sandra Bland
My heart hurt to see how it all would end
I am Sandra Bland i am George Floyd
DJ Screw in Texas, I love you
Shout out Trae the Truth
Vicious, Reese, and Roll
Plus ya boy Freddie Gibbs
Man we outta control
My niggas is real soldiers
Y'all muthafuckas need to roll
With' us cause
You 'bout
That I should give it one more chance
There's no doubt about it
I can't do without it
This is the real thing
Ain't no way around it
Love has
That I should give it one more chance
There's no doubt about it
I can't do without it
This is the real thing
Ain't no way around it
Love has
love from my clique but I fuck with the women you fuck with all guys so you finally Came out the closet
Okay
These are all bars and I'm keeping dirty
I living this life for real all about Christ for real
Kingdom goals bringin' in souls
part of my fight for real
The battle is won for real, you gave
Tailwind nose is a must on any con any truck
When riding on luck you catch an empty
Riding on the wave is real good, suave bola
You be playin the low low,
Sade, It is a cool, cool vibe
So we flexin' right into a party, (party)
Your love is my love and my love is real, (so real)
Simple is good and you know I
tryin' to take food out my mouth
(Fo' real tho') It seems like the more money I make
(Fo' real tho') The more drama y'all try to create
(Fo' real
mobbin'
Standin' on the west side with Chairman Fred Hampton
'Bout to catch a red-eye back to my bed in a mansion, yeah
When did hip-hop turn into hip
and he miss, but we admire a trier
Finesse king, you can never lie to a liar
But Fred got the fire, I fire for days
I gotta write them in my notes,
Do you love me?
Don Billiono
You say you got love for a nigga,
Is it real?
Would you grind with your nigga,
move pies for your nigga is it
hard times
The only real difference in yours and mine
Is my winning streak's backed up with four top fives
Two laps on the field
Still consider that
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
to give
You drained my heart of all its love with every sweet caress
I keep saying o'er and o'er I don't love you anymore
Trouble is I don't love you any
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball
Tv tonight
Do you love it
Do you hate it
There it is
The way
a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone,
a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone,
Real product
Bout to link with Shotta down in London
We spot rushers the way my luck work
God love us
On the low from under covers they won't stop
my Latin ladies, You all know you drive me crazy
by come give it to me baby
Chiqui, wha, what?, Que, que?
I could be your love if you let me
Labels said, "Dawg is a star, Rin Tin Tin"
Me and my AR been friends
And we never even had an argument
A friend like that hard to get
I got enough street
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