Lyrics:
dreams
But it's family over everything
F.O.E.
Homesick? Take a little bit of Dramamine
My gang so down like economy
Yeah we chop it up like lobotomy
I'ma
percent)
Free car shit,
We gon’ hit out the whip.
Weezy F. walkin’ down, nigga,
Don’t get flipped.
Chanaynay the mask,
When I go on a lick,
Two tone 30s
a**, claim hers a1
Ima tell you with one better we gon’ f**k together then ima tell you which one
From 2nd to 5th she swinging them hips yeah
From 2
R.S.K. Let it play boy
Yeah, Lui$ too thrill
Yeah, yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Baby wanna kick back, sit back, with that
While we
Bundled in anger can turn to rage
Black lives gon be put in a cage
Or left dead by the palest of faces
RACIST
Run the building
We outside betting on races
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
with my blood and get left with a stain
We ain't got nothing lose!!!
I'm f*cking these ho's by the 1's and the 2's
I'm bout to buss me a move
Switch up
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
do gang
Drive this bitch like Bruce Wayne
Drive this bitch like
Drive this bitch like Bruce Wayne
Big body take up two lanes
Imma tell you two things
Your crew do not clap heat
Hold tight in back seats
And dropped off on back streets
Leave you to crack fiends
I really fuck with gang chiefs
Two
when it's time do n****z
Comin' through like I'm two n****z, a true n**** f*** a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pa** that brew n****
I'm drivin' drunk
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H-E
dollars and flip that
Bought a soda, two Dutches
Some chips and a Kit Kat nah forget that
I got a quarter mill to kill this cat
Bought an M4
Two K's
Chorus (Exerpt from Swang (Big Hawk))
I would give my last breath if I could bring you back
Bring Screw back
Matter fact
Bring the whole crew back
the one shootin'
You better watch Dimo Lotte
Protect the gang for L.I.F.E. and so much more
You know the Guru so protective of you
Big head hunnids,
don't really care f**k your feelings too
I was getting bullied by a fat, fat had a rap beef with this wack, wack
Now the internet made it so easy to show
three
Come with my first diddy-deed
[ Brother J ]
1-2, 1-2
Hm... F.T.P., F.T.P.
Same old gee with the same strategy
See a [edited] em on down
watch how the f*k we spend
we at the bar buring hundreds end fiftys the next colangelo cause im
balling in my city we blow doe doe every day get down
with the family
Real niggas ain't friendly
F#×k about no features
We gone eat cuh I go camping
Metaphoric stamping
They gone label this my anthem
allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving
you blind.
I'm from K-town, bitch, with different gangs on every block
And the way you wear your hat just might get your ass shot
The mobsters got
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
Lustful
Relationships, Is a noose
And I'm confused, While shielding
Too, Strong to show proof
Paid my dues, Hell seeped on through
Since occupied by two
pull up bitch I count by fours
Gang's sharp my whole crew swords
Heating up just cause I was bored
Anderson Paak how I say yes lord
Fuck
Taking off like
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