Lyrics:
Really I just see food I can make ya crawl dead
Ya swimmin' in the money boy that make me a shark then
Catch 'em kill 'em feed 'em to the hog heads
I'm
to throw some shots out?
Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
Ay, but ain't this a freestyle?
Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause
real niggas dyin'
They put a limit to our flossin', don't wanna see us shine
But close ya eyes, it ain't nothin', look the other way
This for my mother,
Joseph Smith, American Moses!
Praise be to Joseph! American prophet man
Ay! My name is Joseph Smith, and I'm going to fuck this baby!
What?!
No no
your still my man so
Get on the mic and do the best ya can
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
stay out my lane, cause these wheels gon' roll
And if you ain't rockin with me, bro, you can hit the road
I don't do this for the dough, I do it for ya
the problems where ya mama, reside
Gucci my bandana, 'cause I'm from the East side
Key from the Chi, and we so fly
We top 5, not 2, 3, 4, 5
Duh, that's
My past ruin love for me so don't you think
That loving me was gonna be easy
Late night I been Dreaming bout the things
Bout the times with you by
confines of own head
come n live inside my mind
yeah real prison time
Nothing left to fate, I paved my own way
I did evil things...for evil men...
So when I
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
(nah)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (ay) never show a nigga where your mama head lay (nah)
A, k, k, k, k, white in my kitchen like the KKK (white)
Whole lotta
ain't no competition
They waking up, finding something missing
I am best on my worst day
You are last and I'm first place
I got head in the Merces
By your
I move by the night,
Outta sight,
Gettin right,
I move by the night,
Outta sight,
Gettin right,
Better get it right,
When I'm in ya sight,
without the skateboard
My life on the detour
I just want court ya wife right by the seashore
Stop with all that coon shit, get it out your pores
That's what
need a double
Don't get me in trouble, I
Ay-yi-yi-yi, die by your side
Ay-yi-yi-yi, die by your side
Keep it a hunnit, hunnit
Tryna make something outta
at
While you bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!)
Mmmm now what you gonna do, kid
Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!)
Mmmm to my bigga niggas
the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
DM's and mentions
Back when I was broke, ya ain't mention my name
Now, you can't get outta my way; get outta my face
Moving up, my face in ya brain
Ya
talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony, come on)
You couldn't son me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot, my
outta my hands
When I was down to my last
About to lose all that I had
I never forgot who I am
Never forgot who I am, ay
I can't be popping no Xan's
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay, ay, ay
Champagne in my hand
Like babygirl I don't give a damn
I gotta eat, sleep, dress up, and smoke my meds
I couldn't
Sneak in
running with the licks now I play running back
You outta sight you Outta mind
Im not sticking wasting time Pussy niggas flexing counterfeits
My pockets fat
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