Lyrics:
ass down to South By”
[Super Smack]
And so I did, and lo behold
A buncha' young, hungry, multicolored nerdy rapper kindred souls
There was dopeness
just look at me like say I be your attire chai
Make una dey dance o
Everybody come feel me o
My music e too dey sweet for your ear
E be like say na juju
Flight 16, oh yeah flight 16
Young, I got you, now for real
Everybody put on your seatbelt
Turn off your phones we about to take flight
Are you ready?
Step into a world (llaka klaka, klaka klaka)
Where there's no one left (buku, buku, alla de massive)
But the very best (klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo
Step into a world (llaka klaka, klaka klaka)
Where there's no one left (buku, buku, alla de massive)
But the very best (klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo
Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah
suggest you pout
I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home,
Young'uns with a dream
Get it by any means
No one is there to stop you
You can do anything
You gotta grind kid
You wanna do it big
You gotta grind
you have noticed
Niggas in the cut, you can tell that we never forced this
Yeah, everybody's gon' move how I move
Shit is easy, but conflicted by love
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man.
We not on the same size
And the same side
Don't come by my side
Keep your money
We don't buy side
We keep it real then
Keep the money
Where the safe
bagged that nigga, had that
What you know about a scale nigga?
Glock '30, giving everybody hell nigga
I did that banger, all in jail nigga
Hit you up
gonna happen-
Flashing by the countryside
It will
C'mon, man
Because life has some ideas about your intentions
Everybody merrily
Merrily
wants to come up, party this summer
But the angels whisper his number, the hood done took him under
Gotta wonder about a young black brother
Trying not
like a BO$$
Huh, yeah
CEO the cost
Yeah, yeah, yea, ye
I move like a BO$$
Yeah
Ceo the Cost
(Verse 2) [Chris Patrick]
Toxic, when I come around 'em they
to be home before the street lights come on yeah
Everybody knows that I been trying
Trying
Trying
You know
Aye Trey
I'm making raps on your gallery
I
niggas, young fly niggas
Getting down, do or die niggas, don't try niggas
I changed my mind, I don't want your bitch
'Cause sorry ass women just don't
gank and flew, runnin' out to see you
With the loot
Yeah
West Coast Mafia, bitch
Everybody else can suck a dick
I'm steadily tryin' to get
Good evenin' ladies and gentlemen
How's everybody doin' tonight? (alright, alright, alright)
I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically
baby
Hold on to it real tight, 'cause the sky's the limit
Good evenin' ladies and gentlemen
How's everybody doin' tonight? (alright, alright,
baby
Hold on to it real tight, 'cause the sky's the limit
Good evenin' ladies and gentlemen
How's everybody doin' tonight? (alright, alright,
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
a dream come true
But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment before I go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
Hoping you're someone I used
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