Lyrics:
the llello and weigh it
735's I drive fits ta match, when I past
Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"
Girl that's Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
17
tho
Cocaine flow like the mf narcos push Big bales they coming up out El Paso
Got ten girls whipping work all in castle
Silicone titties ain't
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that
20-whatever[00:45.44]I'm still tryna deal with the shit that I feel[00:47.33]Pourin' up liquor, I numb up the pain[00:48.94]I pour up so much, make it look like it
needed none from niggas
20 Pointers it ain't none but I can triple double niggas
I be running like I'm
Like a fuckin sprinter nigga
The life that we chose
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
that ain't about playing
Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban
You damn
great
Call us trash, Friday we gon see whose
Bad, eleven look like he made in a lab
Twenty-eight take your soul then he go fishing
One-five in your girl's
a word
And from that day forward I haven't spoken a word
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
The marsh lagoon
So many want to dump their dead in here
Only
and robbery
And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks
It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason
I got away from all that
Who knows
Maybe you're only in it for that chicka ching
Oh yea
I ain't worried about the benz
I got twenty-two that look way better than a ten
Woah
I
the club spendin' 50 notes
Leave with 50 girls and 50 folks and we all tote scopes
Guarded like the Pope 'cause we got that bomb on the dope
G-stacks in our
shit was live on stage, dog
That night felt like a nigga had
The whole world on my shoulders
Twenty years old tryna find a warm
Spot in this world
Young beast from the east
So you know I puts it in
I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangsta girl
About to fly east line national
By the way that I bounce
incredible MTV buzzclips
Full grown, off on our own, congratulations
On your newborn child and the weddin situation
No we still all know
That we live
Operations psychological, got the nation by hair follicles, basis economical
The waves that come from pond ripples rhyme flow in small trickles
'Cuz I'm cold
wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you
it's happening now
Only inspired by my friends from way back
Said she wanna pop it in the car on the way back
Girl if you ain't really with it you
live it by any means if you ever need a shoulder lean on me like wayne spilled his drank use your mind and think I'm a good man i'll be gone before you
thought that I'd changed but I still hit some girls up
I was trying so hard just to fix me an ego I thought that I'd broken by getting hurt
But I'm lucky
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that
it's all about the flows, the hoes
And the forty-O's, nigga
Kick your, dopest rhyme, I'll break it up like 3rd Bass
I'm from the crew that sets it
the niggas ahead of me know thats my spot
I told them winter twenty-two now they watching the clock
Big ma said it won't boil if you watching the pot
I can use
the business
Hindsight twenty twenty
Now you see the vision
Hope my haters live to hundred
Two commas after the zeroes
You feel that shit in your stomach
Four
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