Lyrics:
you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me
[Chorus 1]
pull up in a brand new
shawty hit my line but she old news
i dont waste time you know what it do
im up by 6am
im up by 6am
up by 6am
up by 6am
to mud
I done got it out the gutter nobody gave me none
Got it on the side going in the crib bout to do the juke
Hat low with a tight grip everybody shook
with (I'm lockin' you out)
I'm just not to fuck with, so check it, yo (do it)
Y'all don't know who I am? (Fluid)
Listen up, son (mess up my mind)
a legend, number one on your list iron fist
You would think I was a reverend by the book how I live
Think of me I'd die for you baby
When I'm alone I don't
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I
texting them hoes back
But I left that shit on read
Do not disturb me I'm caught up with my bay
I know you heard me
I listened to what you say
You don't
High as fuck with the homies (High as fuck)
Weed take me outta this world (Outta this world)
Midnight chills when i'm by myself (By myself)
Midnight
it (let me get some more vocals, yo) (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Turn me up though, I'ma just do it (woo, woo, woo, woo)
See the pretty young girl
the FUCK you be
What? It's Fiend y'all
Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover
And hiding in trees, to escape the mic that I
illest, I don't care what any man say
Watch the kid whip up the magic like I lived at Amway
This so instrumental, I can let Menahan play
With every minute
wants to see if I can do it again
You want to be like me, so damn bad
The impossible dream all you mc?s had
If you could rap like me, you wouldn?t have
with the modern.
In this journey, in this adventure, I was inspired and recording for an album that will contain some poems and texts about this trip. I
the most and
I'm about done with it
Boutta turn this up a bit
Burning up some blunts to this
My minds stuck in rush hour on a Friday on my Chris Tucker shit
How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay
West coast rider, coming right behind you
Should have never fucked with me
I want money, hoes, sex
will do it by whatever means necessary
Detroit red flow
East coast, west coast
Used to leave MoCo to hit Ledroit with Bo
I dated women with poppin'
really good I need ta get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
(I can't, I mean I turned the album in Cas
What you really want me ta do)
Nah
making ugly disstrack to be mention
I'm not trying to hate
But my pastor told me, I should be an evangelist
Cause I'm good with everybody I am their
and Rolls Royces
Attackin me will leave youth with no voices
The choice is yours not mine hang with me
I'll have you freestyle and bombin graffiti
We can
never played fair, yeah
Far from classy, walk real nasty
Talk real sassy, why you frontin'? Come smash me
I can't do it baby-girl, your man might
killers
Got nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be
Rocking with a convict
A sick dog with neoplasia
Call 'em a fucking problem
If you don't put 'em down I will
Then if your beagle bites me
Then I
split into two
Spot me an opp then I'm off this moped
Grown men still get chinged in groups
My, they lie in the booth
What can I say when you fuck with
other suckers
Work for me, I'll work for you
Same time like Chris Tucker
I stand on that like E-40
I ain't ever been no buster
Been through the trenches
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