Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
People of all ages
I go by the name of Phil Augusta Jackson
This is The Redondo Tape
Shout outs Nick Lee
Six
given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife
Juanita, I, I swear it was all a mistake
You see I was
money
Flyin' private jets
Survive gun shots, nigga, what's next?
Ain't no point for no vest
Shoot above ya neck
Ran me up a hunnid, out here playin' chess
a fan and I'm just overheat, so run it by me. I'ma take what I believe over a game, but I'm not Kyrie
You can't sit me down too long for like three years
niggas
We don't fuck with the other side
They gon' make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon' be a double homicide
It's
Drippin in some Stoney
I don't needa break it down
Do it by my lonely I don't need nobody else
Demons always wit me I don't gotta bring it out LAH
his pipe back
Matter of fact, tell his man get his life back
Spend ten bands, I'ma get it right back
Damn, who the fuck said I ain't get no money
Man,
on is wrong I don't wanna be right
10/22 rifle with the cop killer bullets
Y'all got me fucked up, I ain't with that bullshit
If it's on then it's
the good rhymes, you know about mines
Man I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed
Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot
Livin life in
on Demand
I sold coke at da sto like a brand
Pour a four I shoot slow but it Land
Bodies drop to the flow you gone Rat on yo mans
I need ten bands or more
you promise you’ll change
And you have the mentality once in a year and you give it a week and you throw it away
What’s the point, yeah sit and point,
(Verse 1)
Everyday I get up and go construction work tryna dig out the hole
Multiply by 10 addition too slow
If I shoot my shot and miss then I
go, See I feel in love with tha 100's, da 50's, da 20's, an 10's, an 5's....seem like I been rappin fa, years, an years, an years, it's not
happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
man I'm true to that
I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em
And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em
Nigga, so ring
had me walkin' thru tha streets like I was Eazy E
Aye
Fast foward years past now I'm out here gettin' money
Every pocket over flooded by them blue face
me
Let's go see what our enemies talkin' bout
When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out
This ain't livin', it's similar to prison, we trapped
* organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original
I come from Freaktown baby
I come from Freaktown, hit it!
Kev touch his self,
out, put it out)
Pull up on the nigga
Gon' make me shoot it at that nigga
I put the fire on his ass, wait
Louis Vuitton my bag
She for the street but she
I ain't acting like I know em'
But he really made it out my city
Man the love is showing
Crazy when I think about it
All the the talent in my town
Danger yeah they smelling it
"I felt threatened by the presence of melanin"
Are you serious? Like really bruh?
How you gon shoot when he pointing finger
since birth nigga don't get confused
If I'm being honest it never got used (Never got used)
Years of abuse
I just go cope in the booth (Booth)
I put my
to a very thick tree route.
The champion and his caddy talk it over.
He;s going to play it safe and punch out with a 7 iron
with a 8 stroke lead this is
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
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