Lyrics:
you did some shit on the block
That the cops trying to lock you for
Can't believe you blowing the spot, lord, my chick is bugging
You tripping, my
the night, days in the mornings
You can't get mad at nobody else if you can't get shit goin
Free twin, I told him I'm still snowing ' This my friend, I'm
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
don't need it medically
Don't live how we do
Now they filled up with jealousy
Get it together
Can't handle it
Shouldn't mixed It together
Claim you beat
a tornado
Whip game bonkers
Yet Kato is a monster
Find myself close to Indians like Sri Lanka
No sir, I'll drive but I ain't your chauffeur
Watch that drip
and hard is how we comin out
Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue
Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed
Down for the shit
some hope
Nigga, I'm G.O.A.T
Nigga, I'm G.O.A.T
I'm covered by Allah, man, you niggas can't touch me
Pocket rockets gone go blahh, after pushing that
sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
young G's from the hood trying to get by
rollin through my hood, rollin
favourite dishin'
Fish 'n' Spaghetti
For you to die, I wasn't ready
And life after death, ain't been so fresh
B-I-G, G-I-E
Still a motherfuckin' king
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Why
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Why
retreat
I doubt you even live here still
But it quickens up the pace of my heartbeat
When I find myself by accident
On 22nd Street
All the years,
too solid in this bitch with all my brothers
Can't change for no cash nigga
How I'm still on top even at your spot
I pulled up last minute
Don't act
remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain't no fuckin' with G's
Fill 'em up to they
I'll be the first to tell y'all I still need the blood
It's like I had to quit just for me to get up, you know
Doin' the same thing over and over, my
Finished
Cause I still need more in the Denim
Can't stop me I'm going Rags To Riches
I remember not having a digit Words can't describe how I hate That
The only way you get attention is by saying my name
And you can never take my spot lil nigga so why bother
All this hate towards me when you should be
Im in this bitch with all my jewelry on
I swear to god
And i got that glock on me just incase some shit go wrong
Its tez by the way
We come to your
love - roll back
Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew
Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga
You ain't gainin', you game in, barely
can't be stopped, too hot
Check the spots that we got on billboards
The tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes
Want some mo'?
Then
can't be stopped, too hot
Check the spots that we got on billboards
The tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes
Want some mo'?
Then
Twitter was a trendin' topic (ayy)
I was on the block with thirty shots and Glocks had the spot hoppin', dummy (Swerv')
But they actin' like they don't
for that it's going down
I can't sit in one spot I be moving around
I'm cool with the pot I ain't cracking a smile
From running round the house now I'm
with your pride but you'll Never ever show
You living by the line but you'll be Reaping what you sow
And the X it mark the spot, so now You leaving with
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