Lyrics:
suburban chevrolet
6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way
To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out
Ringing
Jeffery Dahlmer
Oh, here comes the flow, watch me as I tip toe
To a nigga's window, with my M 6-0
Putting motherfuckers out their misery
And watching
town
Where in Cape Town was that?
Reese street where I was married to your grandmother
I lived with her family
Was that district 6?
Uh they call it
spent six figures (ooh)
They mad if you rich if they ain't rich with you
I only get down with my people
Foot is in the door, tired of starin' through
to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
and only five in, the Belly
mastered
Armed with the arsenic pen for the
Men that wanna beg friend
Or pretend it is them that
Stand what I stand for
Step in the ring get banged by
with my brain
Lit the flame
It ignited the fire and hurricane
Tirelessly working, inspired by all the greats
I'm tired of all the fakes
Don't care
She had a apple bottom skinny waist
Shake dem bunz all in my face
5-6 super freak
Tell at da homies dat she got
Bunz, bunz bunz (said she got)
Bunz,
Yo, pass off, man
You know what it is, man
It's that shit, yo, Alchemist, what up?
Good looking
Ferry Boat killas, Park Hillas, infered lasers
one dog and his man
Too late to go home too early for work this dawning day
Not sure what I had just witnessed just knew I couldn't stay
6 am
Man doesn't live by bread alone but every word that proceed out the mouth of God
That's the reason that we're here in the first place
Adam (Mankind)
hard bars I can never miss
They getting mad at success man they so pissed
I'm done with all of the fame
Done with all of the hate
Simply want the money
and get up, I'm on the corner with my
Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, here we go
Sit right back and hear
smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail
Slinging for chips the fiends with burnt finger tips
the lost crews that make they news yearly
Jump on it, most of my days spent high
My niggas in the cage get by
Writin letters collect calls and VI's
GED's,
is that way, but you'll never do any better than me
This is my house, I'm the man, I rule with the hand of fear
You don't like it? Get out! Now go get
The blocks in order, man can't trap
Round here no talk, get moved by force
Anytime dat we slide in groups of 4
Catch up get bored by yutes with
Swords They say
and gettin' paid
Six figures on the way
You ain't prayin' with us, so you all against us
'Cause I'm for one God, only One will save us
Only One that gave us all
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
movin' slow, man
Me, Riff and Paul hit the mall with a clique of dogs
In a car, six pistols and no security guards
It's the squad, hangin' tough
Like
a hot piece up in my sheets
So I slip throat in the alley tho
Grew up with Young Thug playing on stereo
2015 drop Barter 6 and that was all that we needed
lifted, like that Hi-C
Bad bitch with me and that’s wifey
And if I see you, you there I see
Alright you so cool
Don’t abide by the rules
Just a man
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