Lyrics:
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
hot but the flow cold
Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me drift off get ya nodoz
Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
it
VVS ain't something that I want, I want a Trackhawk, tinted
Niggas running fast just tryna catch up, now y'all niggas winded
Ain't beefing with
albums?
Naw dog, I started off on the block
I just did shit to get shit
Niggas always knew I was down to hit shit
That's why I stay wit shit
a while no heel flips
She looked me dead in my eyes and say she like my album
Me and Skeez did twenty five had us rapping louder
Speaking of quarter man im
good don't it,
rock the spot won't it? (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
We doin this early, me and my squad we ball like
Mel, Lock, Lem, Lil' Flip and Curly (Yeah, Yeah
you everythin' that I had
I think it's probably one the best albums I wrote, in fact
I remember writin' to it, thinkin' y'all would love how I rap
But
guy who shut your head, your ass by the duck
Put a lil' bun on my god, I'ma come through the cut, I'ma flip the bitch up
She want me to pivot her pussy
me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by
distraction cuz you ain't let God do His work
But trust me lil homie I still love you so I'd rather address it with you as a man
But trust me lil n- I'm still
years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]
a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die,
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp
Greatest that there ever was I needed written on my casket
Step in the club by my lonely I bet I'll leave with a bad bitch
I let that lil hoe break
album
Wondering what my outcome
Want the black triangle but I'm
Real with or without one
Cuase I'm a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans
Smokin' beedies
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
Do the dash
Hop on the freeway
Then I do the dash
Slow down
Time going by
And it's just too fast
Why she thinking
That it's gon last
I been
How You Want it? Whaty What
We can get down, niggaz talkin' shit now
Why y'all done put why y'all shit down
Peep that shit why y'all spit now
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
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