Lyrics:
he lay low
BOW
They hate to wanna give me the crown
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Dub-Z Dub-Z Dub-Z Dub-Z Dub-Z
They hate that I'm the king of the town
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[Chrous]
(Don't say a word) just let me get mines
(Don't say a word) just relax and recline
(Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines
(Don't say
of surviving, killing and cash
Every juvenile in America wants to carry a Glock
And you blink, they'll come around, take all you've got
Thugs breed thugs, listen
of surviving, killing and cash
Every juvenile in America wants to carry a Glock
And you blink, they'll come around, take all you've got
Thugs breed thugs, listen
that's how I live as a boss
I get to the bag and by any means
I'm still going hard with nothing to eat
Kick down the door they won't give me a key
I want
freebase
Now I got the boyz
In my hood up on Coinbase
Huh
They taking smart contracts
And for the right crypto coin
A push ya top back
Huh
But that was just
got the little homie right by the corner
Here comes that bitch ass reporter
Making money every time we hit the border
Juvenile court had a big ass
to shoot your step pops
Dealing with juvenile deliquesce
So they locked you in a precinct
Another future altered by the system
This thing is deep mhen
It's
ain’t it worth the drama
Only time my head is down to check up on who I’m on top
My brothers dread heads why my family got hella shottas
Big body, ah they
to her and only knocked when I needed my grip
Twenty-two when I quit drugs, but I stuck with the 'biss
Three years later I'm on top of my shit
Producing my
ejaculated
Did it by myself, no help like I masturbated
They say I’m soft, well, fuck
I’ll get castrated
Sell my balls to one of you
Haters who can’t make
baked Anita running thru
Stomping on these beats like kanye boots
Make it to the top like yo bitch up in the room
They want me stop cus I spit the truth
on top of skin
Tatted this the regime
Them nursery rhymes
Bah black sheep
You was never like us
You in the canteen
We got the bread on our own
The dough
from the police hopping over hurtles
Fiend for that caffeine and that nicotine
Standing in the food line 100 niggas deep like
Good god damn the city got
misery misery needs friends in my 2 meter pit
when I dwell in the east end
get with the pretense
scantily clad clams
enamoured by the animals sat in grand
I can not pursue it
Im a whole different specie though you already knew it
Try to stop me I hit the truck stick that's a dually
Yeap a 4 by 4
Clip
did all the drugs glorified by my idols-
Just to go viral!
Mumble rap was my bible till xanax left me no vitals…
(Flat-line)
“NOOO!”
Leave me alone
I pack my heat or just ride and reminisce
Just being torn from a passion being missed
Instead of another juvenile locked up and floating up Shit Creek
want to break out but I'm committin mad sins
We got the city under siege, how
Gang-land style, juveniles running wild
Niggaz come, niggaz go, niggaz die
! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
Yeah, fall in line
To fall back, Big L's technique
Pun's grammar
Before the roof went in the trunk
The ragtops sat back behind the head
Just like
Cause his whole career he been
Known for havin' terrible lines
In every category I'm better
I do it more Cass'
And my delivery probably sicker than
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