Lyrics:
to bendin on a corner like a right away
Gang over everything by the way
Labels tryna make me sign my life away
If the checks shows it got more than six O’s
sink
I don't need a big couch
To think big
I don't need a big mouth
To give warnings
I don't need to back it out
To check a nigga
I don't need to pat
Yeah My Song I Know Ever Write No Dot
Never You Cash You Out (Cuddle Up, Baby)
We Love These Hoes she Fucking With My Team
You Like My Squad nigga Don't
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
me fake
Check your account
Oooh just look at all those filters
Every bar has meaning not one of them is filler
Seriously, just take the time
Write
Beefy 808
Stephen Route
Yeah
Yeah
I do this for my seeds Ima father
So don't bother
I'm fertilizing
Like a farmer
Write my own bars
Producing my own
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
The Goldielocks, rocks sapphire, chain is right
Bitch niggas, y'all watch what y'all say in ya mics, suckas
Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
Let me go in
I wished away the bloody nose
Covered up the bruises
Sure I have my doubts but fathers so proud
He pats me on the back and sits me down
Says ?good
time story
Went to sleep to Smith and Wesson
But that was life in da projects
Late night in them sections
Everybody wanna be your dawg when you getting
Pat saying I'm the man now
Bet I set a little fire to your camp ground
Bet I put the kaibosh on your plan now
They be like "Oh, God damn, Saz taking
lazy, y'all another man to beat
Check the scoreboard (winning)
Y'all gon' need Pat Mahomes and fighter drone
To pass in my zones that I been garden like
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out,
paying the price by making babies, with ladies
Cutting your check up, with they ladies, wit rabies, a new era different from the eighties In Haiti,
or we'll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we'll whack ya down
All day long man, we back in town
[Consequence]
Homie check it out I got her mesmerized
So
mouth to tell me that you proud of me
Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me
Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Glee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience
Yeah, everybody with me on that same
they bitch mouth like a dentist
Stunna passed me the keys I turned the game by the ignition
My jewelry so bright see this shit here from a distance
on the pen, I write the stupidest lines
I proved it, I'm too good writin' lucrative rhymes
Words are easy, I'm a dictionary book with a mind
And a mouth that
law
Welcome to the house
Dogg House do it to you so vivid and raw
[Goldie Loc]
Nigga come on in and have a seat
Write a rap or make a beat no need
What shit is this?
(Nobody cares)
I promise you they don't, bruh (yo)
How you diss me and nobody knows? (Nobody knows)
Check it
I'm tryna get
started for the money or the fame or the chants for my name it was just an escape
Where I could write out all the sinister thoughts up in my head
fighting Wild Boars
They sucking on my dictionary while I Write up my thesaurus
Product of the 914 the reptar of the dinasours
Im eating all they jabs then
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