Lyrics:
everything came together in a poof
Formidable proof
Ha, yeah, okay
Eating up everything that man say
Drinking a bit too much Rosé
You call them rappers
More
first smashed in the fecal
Can’t get mad when a MF makes gun blast through the peep hole
Face unmasking a Deebo
Peep though
He goes plummeting
Fall
(nigga), none shife nigga (nigga)
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga (nigga)
No more days bitch, I ain't got the time
I got bitches on my
a burden
You want a Birkin, you ain't even worth it
Genuine love, you ain't deserve it
Hating broke n*****, fake love I'm allergic
Four deep in a jeep I was
tell you no lie
People ain't gon' be real
Do your best and get by
Get by, get by like
Ooo child
Life is gonna get real
I can tell you no lie
People
goin', and you gon' make it see
Ain't no stranger to this shit, I knew what come with it
Got my first gun from my mama, she knew how we was livin'
I ain't
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
every shit talker in person that want to switch it up like not me not me
Don't pull a gun unless you ready to die
Don't act new or lean make the pelican
so you cant scream
Cus I aint trynna do the right thing
Hope you aint coming to my city for a tour
Cus me and my n***as loaded like were going to war
at the telly naked
We ain't drop though, how you celebratin'?
Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating
You n- fuck with me, I give 'em motivation
dude, thinkin' I won't kill you
Because I'm a friendly dude? Judge a book by its cover
That's sum' you should never do, ain't no typo, but my TEC's gon'
of guns don't let me unpack
We ain't the mafia but you can get whacked
You don't want no beef with the gang we the wolf pac
You better get religion cus
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot calling
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns 'n' Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
We be them, insurgents, not a bit nervous
Encouraged, got bit further to go
By any means, gettin rid of our enemies
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah that's
We be them, insurgents, not a bit nervous
Encouraged, got bit further to go
By any means, gettin rid of our enemies
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah that's
to whoever want it you can get it quick
Got the President of Shinra throwin' fits
It's our world, they can't get control of it
Ain't nobody hoppin' off
If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know and I'll be around
If you
afford to lose nobody else a part of us
So if you black I’m rooting for you
If you mad men take a stand then I ain’t gone do it for you
Understand it’s
a sound byte
Hair swinging like I'm Slash, rose up through them gun fights
I'm a real rockstar, don't you see these dope lines?
I got songs that make
bo' chdi'n gwbod...
am y cŵn ar hyd y lle.
Hen dduwiau.
3 o'r gloch bora.
Tyd i gyfarth efo fi.
Not shackled to a ball and chain of succession,
you
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