Lyrics:
these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get
wearing supreme
Staying so fresh and so clean
Nigga gon talk about beans
Nigga im poppin your beans
Problems they leavin the scene
Getting caught up by
237 I'm comin' from 237
I've been trappin' 2 4 7 Hardboi Type and I'm straight from heaven
237 I'm comin' from 2 3 7
I've been trappin' 2 4 7 Hardboi
Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely
That I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind
The whole three four five six seven eight nine
In the pocket, bursting in the air are rockets
this shit look easy
Okay this shit is lit
Fucked up is the state I'm in it
Move so fast my head keep spinnin
Okay this shit look easy
Okay this shit is
the fact she put me last
I know shawty a rida
Beat the track, won't never tell lies
Ridin’ around, she'll never
Beat to questions, so I stick by her side
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
1111 is also sixteen sub 1 in binary
Wood never get board as a two by four
They eight to see my jank here, raising stakes for your plank stares
I'm
Start the long walk home
Lit green by the light through the trees
Free in the land I roam
Out in the beautiful boonies
We live a life in tranquility
the dirt but I'm on my way
Improving by a fraction yuh
Plan on putting on the shirt when I get my pay
And that is not a question yuh
But God is always on my
down to write, I always look to God to help me see the light
But I know, that I haven't been living right
And I know, that I can live by the night
But
his ribs
Last nigga had his head in his dick
Keep four chains on, I'm really lit (yeah)
Send a whole gang home we hear a diss (pussy)
Lost niggas,
liver is
Corrupting all his ligaments
Now he's at a standstill so tell me if he'll live again
The fire in his heart, still seem to be simmering
Now
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
the dark now I’m lit
Give it all that I got till I can't
See I put my heart in this shit
And my hearts been used by a bitch (Aye)
Yeah she played her cards
unpredictable live shit)
Statik Selektah (do or die shit)
(Yeah, we more aware, right?)
(Do any unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit)
(The U in Wu-Tang is
infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the shogun was scared of him
Maybe
Lord, sweet Buddha please make me numb
Brain bounce off walls like a sentient Roomba
Just found out his creator's stupid
Lit by the supermoon, I'm too
found out his creator's stupid
Lit by the supermoon, I'm too lucid
Plus got shrooms in the blood, I'm zoomin'
Beep beep, Richie, this is New York City
departed right on time
He lit up a cigarette as the tracks began to whine
The Texas heat had felt like hell without his woman there
The Spanish maiden
took a trip back to Hanos
Running the track wit my Manos
Bar em to death no Durango
Never will mumble
Tribal boy in da jungle
That's just how the cookie
You ain't know
All Season
All season
Honcho
Yea
Now we lit
I'm the man now she a fan now take a pic
And her friend now want my mans now they taking
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