Lyrics:
rappers out like an old pair of gym shoes
I can do anything, I can do anything
Crusin down the street in my six-four Impala
Is what I'd like to be
the spot can't tell me shit
You either on the white or you on the brown nigga take yo pick
Dusse' or Ciroc black bottles lets take a sip
Take you down
Put the poison in your body
Just to pass out quicker
When death calls best believe
It's gonna get all
Emotional cause I ain't goin to
Hell without my
no money out of nothin' (what else?)
I'll send a ho by the way
Don't wanna get low, but I invest in banks
I just peeled off on the 12
I can't go
What's good, nigga? Aye, worldwide
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, Woah lifestyle on my clothes
Gotta new AP on froze
Im a G iont need no sauce 23 on my toes
know what it is, I'm all the way in it
Only way up out it, a nigga gotta get it
Nigga, you ain't made one sale
They know I'm grindin', Menace ridin' like
showtime - gimme
I spit poison like a black snake bit me
Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me
My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me
My heart is cold
[Chorus]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down
gon' send in Bethlehem
What up, son? Nuttin but clouds and the UFO's
What's goin' down? Nuttin but souls as we open scrolls
I was born as a grand
and writin' rhymes
Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish
And his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat
Goin' all out to the fullest,
replay the shit I say
You can't find me box me or burry me away
I'm on the south west side son runnin down Casper
Bein chased by some thugs in a car I run
AR
Free Pazzio, Free Black
Miles I see you
Travis what up
We winning baby
I spent my whole life at the bottom
Now I'm aiming right for the top
I got
(Intro: Apathy and Illus)
Yea... Apathy, Illus
What's goin' on?
We on some CT shit right now
Yea
Eight-six-oh to two-oh-three
Forever
(Verse 1:
know what she sees
'Cah my heart's black, it turned me cold fuckin' with the streets
Where I'm from, you don't break bread, then they break bonds
My
taught in the classroom
But to us it's nothing new (naw)
You hear it on the avenue
Even on the bus, at a barbecue
It's spoken, by people of all
I was average
I guess we'll never know now
I've come too far to turn back
I'm goin' too fast to slow down
I know when you're in that place, I can
It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
Drinks were being served as usual,
And a goodly crowd was there.
When up stepped old
a hitchhiker, goin wherever the rhyme take it/
Ride painted black wit a mirror on the side hangin/
Violatin, Cussin out def people in sign langauge/
Middle finger
I got this, i got this little light
I know that it shines
Even when i feel like i ain't feelin' nothin'
Been in the gym, tryna work it out
Goin
You ever been about to fuck a bitch
And before you take her pants off you
Can smell her pussy in the air?
What about the hotels dawg?
Everybody been
on for ages
Just like a man who waits for ages for his wages
Cages are what my rymes are for fa someone simple
Got em on lock down pop'em like
shakin' niggaz knecks
Blood drippin' so bad from a cold kneck
What you figure when you livin' by the trigger
That's how it is when your fuckin' wit
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