Lyrics:
I'm the one that got the whole game hot
Ain't a nigga in the city that could hold my spot
If the nigga said he better tell that bitch he's not
I be
can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock G's, trunk
up on the hit up on the Apple
Makin' my way from a play down at Atwells
Trap by myself cause you niggas tattle tale
I got the juice mix it in Ginger
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
You know how it be
In the heat of battle
Anxious from your head to sleeves
And weak in the knees
It's a lot I ain't seen could call it a gift
Living
the dampness
Sorry man i dont got cash on me only
Only venmo
He said dont got a phone unfortunately
I said i cant help you im sorry though
They call it
Ain't get to say bye to my brother, we slide on another
Lil' pussy who rappin' and totin' a blick
Cause when he be out he ain't rollin' with shit
I got
the unemployed beggin' for some change
I ain't talkin' 'bout no coin, just a little red kid from the rez, nothin' less
And he hungry for success, the vision kept
I'm livin off of Fullerton
But no longer a simpleton
Album droppin December 10
I swear that ima get it in
My name up on that bulletin
Irving park
everybody out for me i guess i gotta clutch it
I'm on my knees asking god cut the string cause i'm a puppet
By myself and i ain't care fighting opp's who
ripping me off I think it's
His girdle that's tipping me off Mike D's out back and he's growing
Onions I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
passing brew
On the Avenue
You should've knew
When the blunt got lit up
Wigs got split up
Run up the block
6 shots, that nigga dropped
In the wind
Blew his
Went from rhythm and blues to rapping rhythm in the Blues
Thinking back to a time before Fortune lost his fortune
There was MauMau, way before he brought
much rhythm, grace and debonair from one man, Lord
And then he had the nerve to wiggle his left toe
To his knee, got the feelin' in his head, y'all
Ah,
From a little youth I swear I had this vision bro
Day by day just working on my craft, they would doubt and I'll just laugh
I ain't trynna be
hemp, manippin' mind his wife
By the time he realize, I done flipped the bitch twice
Money to rinse, I sip lemonade and ice
Mix ice with the coke, and my
trapping he showed me a stack
From that day on all i knew is i needed that
Try to run up on me he get killed for some racks
Put some holes in his house I
That's not you, that's not you, no
Every homie ain't your homie
Cause most of em are imposters
How can he keep it player
When he never made the roster
[On the CB.]
Breaker, one-nine, this here's the Duck again. You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen, there ain't no way out 'cept
to see what I've accomplished
I got up out the woods without a map or a compass
Life does change and the sun does set
But my last breath ain't a one gust
The Devil went down to hip hop and he
Was lookin' for another soul to snatch
And even though his bag was overflowin'
With rappers from the past
You
but who with him?
If he attacking the gang we gon' spin him
I know that boy ain't got no chop
He just beem capping he talking a lot
I can teach him how
the fire
Doused by the best team
With him when he ridin' out
Cause the check flame when it get divided
Bout niggas livin' through decisions
Learnin' ain't
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