Lyrics:
shit, runnin' through this shit, got new sticks
I made Lil Tommy do a drive by cause he gotta hit a lick
Only got one brother, hold it like my cutters
(streets)
I been crossed out by my own brother (woo, woo)
Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Police 'bout
Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high
a doobie it's exotic that I got in this blunt
Ima keep on fuckin smoking till my lung giving up
And you know that I be trapping till the sun coming up
San
it back (bring it back)
They keep on runnin' back (runnin' back), they keep on comin' back (yeah)
Everybody knows CB, see me sittin' in the front
But don't you ever get it twisted boy it ain't about you
Cuz if we really keep a scoreboard you been a vulture
There's not a single drop of culture that
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with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone
I keep it real flyer
It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game
Growing up against the law, but no one knows who's to blame
Dealin' drugs on the corner, you
a motherfuckin' brother contemplate betrayal
Catch me while I'm sleepin' it ain't happenin'
I'm up 24/7 writin' syllabels, you blacked out, I'm rippin raps
Feelin'
Float, evoke, my tempo jets
Expressions express when you kick steps
Keep em, energetic, so let it
Pound in your head til what I said is embedded
haunted
Had to watch the strangers, every brother was a danger
If I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-a
Had to move on, done lost
I’ve been on my grind, and you was runnin’ all up in my mind
I got blue lights when it’s studio time, I shoot green lights when I’m behind the line
You
in an ally
4 bricks two guns I'm runnin' to my parents
Man we got that white girl
And wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you
And if
I got quality and quantity
So every single day I keep droppin' shit
They just piss-test me today I was positive
Project baby, a product of my
shit's authentic, by the times I've been a victim of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You tried to copy in the lab, I
no memes but still you really wanna troll
Can't stop won't stop I don't flex with a photoshop
Gotta keep it real like a mob Imma be with da God
It's
to all you niggas funny act
I need my racks and I need it by a hundred stacks
If I hit it it's a miss ah take my money back
(I'm for real)
I Got drinks
through yours eyes I get in a tranz
We should keep it on the lowkey that’s fosho tho
Ain’t no body gonna stop me when on show mode
I can dick u down real
like every
Single letter to a tee you just swing miss
Wana talk about ya girls I never seen shit
If you're talking about the world, yeah I need it
Every
That's why I rap, why I create
And every day, I spit it out
I'm healing with every single song
I finish
That's what it's been about
I can't keep seeing all
Interlude: Puff Daddy
See, it's 1996 man,
And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.
We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that
the bread I make I keep it all saved in the bank
Don't need no help I play this by myself ain't talking masturbate
Go head and introduce me, I ain't never met
something for myself that I'll never get to keep
When I go, throw it all away
The message repeats itself every single day
I don't think that you can forget
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