Lyrics:
pictures in your man's whip?
Stand up on the hood if it's that real
Nigga what's the dents? You got cash for it
Niggas always takin' pics and cappin'
He
roter Urus ist der Drive-by-Wagen
Sie verteilen Ansagen, solang' sie Wi-Fi haben (heh)
Nach dem Yayoziehen lassen sie sich tätowieren
Diss mich und ich
Overheard your conversation
In a place I didn't know
As I walked out of the station
I saw your face there through the crowd
So I put my hood
Voodoo808 on this feat b#tch
Real sh#t
Hood sh#t
Strašnický král sh#t
Tátá s mámou už se zase doma hádaj [Už zase
Ještě že jsme furt venku,
Schluss mit gestern
Cryst schon wieder auf Ignorant beim Release-Friday
Doch das nächste Sample läuft schon auf den Beats by Dre
Zu wenig Empathie, ich
I left him by the staircase, his ass was stuck
Grip the coattails that's if you must but you won't catch these niggas running round with us
Crack
change that into four, yo (summer)
Ask me, "How do I feel?"
I'm happy 'cause I want to
I'm buyin' mass appeal (usually, I don't)
Sold it all by my
Shit, I made myself a boss and I play by my own rules
Yeah, I'm one of the realest rappers who ever did this shit
You know, half you rap niggas ain't
and I'm thirsty
And I, and I, and I, and I
I was sleeping up on you, yeah
I was selling drugs and playing by the rules, yeah
And those blood stained
Hollywood with a Robin Givens (with a Robin Givens)
She got a body, given I come by the hood
I just be slidin' different (just be slidin' different)
My
Ja, soldaat, soldaat
Ja, soldaat
Luister
Zakken free on the side, never switch op m’n guys
Tien bags voor de drip, hood rich net als ‘plies
Mark
comfortable, it's cling up in my drawers
Foot chase by the constable, they're filling up my ward
But I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award
I ain't
to lemonade (yeah)
All that stress done made a monster, so that Mary Kate
Straight out the hood, we movin' up but I buy wedding rings (ooh, yeah)
Married
brother I got him
Hood niggas know, we done come up from shotting
Got foreigns in central and uckers in Tottenham
Turning halves into 1 with my darg from
met ons nog
Dan woonden we nog in de hood toch
Ik doet dit niet voor de shine, ik doe dit voor family
Ik doet dit niet voor de shine, ik doe dit voor
And hang out the ride like my man from Boyz n the Hood and slap that gauge (bu-bu!)
I just sold eight in seven days, I want it in loaf like Dej
OT trips,
křižoval jsem mapu, každej vejkend jinej hood, já
Utíkal jsem z domů na shows, nechtěl se těch snů vzdát
Opustil jsem ze dne na den partu, kterou mám rád
look how the game look
I don't hear y'all, I don't see y'all but we live in the same hood (yeah)
Y'all niggas wouldn't be able (yeah)
Y'all ran by
with the pokers
If we catch an opp, we gon' slump 'em
In my city, they treat me like 2Pac
By myself, bitch, I'm ridin' with two Glocks
They tell me
And after, we'd go and eat at Anthony's
Or we'd drive around and maybe stop
And eat Fukushima Hot Dogs, sittin' on the hood
Or we'd drive to the top
the wave and tryna latch on (they tryna latch on)
I'm really living what they're saying in their rap songs (trust)
Elected by the majority (yeah)
I'm
Until the night he raped her
Followed her home
Pistol in her purse
Holdin' her own
Still haunted by the scent of his cologne
One in his dome, she
Did you get stung by a bee?
On a weatherman's jamboree
Oh, honey
(Oh, the honey we're gonna eat)
Everybody cries
Everybody cries sometimes
Oh,
forgettin' it
Yeah we got murder and violence in hoods
And million dollar mansions in the woods
I'm from the middle
Somewhere between lots and a little
I
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