Lyrics:
tried to remix that old-ass record with a rat (you played yourself)
All these rappers gettin' shot, not one bullet hit Tekashi
They really let that
by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me "what's happenin' Juvey"
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause
I came a long way from the days i was starving
I make me a play you could place you an order
They know where i stay man they know where im brought up
by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me "what's happenin' Juvey"
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause
Ever drunk as ever baby
Where the Hennessey
Scoob! Salut
Twiztid! Salut
[Chorus]
I’m fillin’ up my Dixie cup
Throwin’ up and I’m liquored up
that's us
Just by the way we ROLLING in bottles of Moe we pouring it
Too much money to be made
So much money to be got
When they ask us why we did it
Did
they mouth, can't hear what they say
When they talkin' all I hear is Tonikaku Jay
By tha bay, where he stay uh
Kunoichi by tha blade uh
In tha shade
soundin' like a fag on VladTV
This about to be a scene where I
Beat the fuck outta Mr chicken
Once again they got me back
Feelin' like Peter Griffin
You
ever reach
Middle school a juvenile
Not solely penitentiary
They didn't spot the bigger picture
They too close to ever see
Like Odysseus
I'm on a mission
a project brick
Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that's my starter kit
I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
I'd rather be judged by six than
Chours~
So get it understood boy
I am from the hood boy
Came up from the dirt
Self made hustler ima beast(ima beast)
Verse~
I'm surrounded by all
Since the Touch It remix put the face to the voice
the ladies love my style, they get moist (They wet)
Chose with my mouth closed they ain't have
person
Fuck it ain't worth it
I got jumped by the insurgents
They ain't perfect
They just feeling worthless
Insecurities a mean ass
Killer, dilla beats
Aye I'm tryin keep my faith in the city
I know won't love me
They hate to see the money
Let alone the grind
Aye I'm punching the clock
I'm doing my time
a minute)
plus your old lady,
ya’ll still pushing Benz’s,
helicopter chopper take me where my friends is,
my taste is so expensive,
when I’m up in Vegas Im
another just like you won't be easy baby
So, at least I know where the ones at
Baby just promise me if you go that you'll come back
[Verse 1:]
Look I ought
and water it
It will grow further than you imaged
Who am I
That's what some may ask
When they judging where I'm at
Yet they don't know my past
Heavy load
Tried to disrespect the culture you know where the truth is though
Every match a mismatch while they try to piggy back
This is billy bad ass like I’m
necessary
They watch ya beat ya down and take ya conversary
My adversary donaldly dick, dynasty rich
My whole cliq got paid lawyers and rips
Gettin'
friend was Elijah Craig
Lookin' back I ain't proud of the life I lead
Tried to mend, but I guess I'm a piece of shit
Soundtrack to my life, tried to remix
All of this bullshit I'm about to break (Where?)
Atlanta where they got some wealth to share
Hits the poster with my granny I got some tracks to tear
So
New York the city that never sleeps
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
of manslaughter go make war
They famous for officiating the sermons at funerals
Not well versed in the gospel hermeneutical
To tell the juvenile his soul was
Chorus (Kool G. Rap)
N.Y. City, crime around me, drug dynasties
Death and robberies
On the dark blocks where bodies bleed
Jake inside
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