Lyrics:
pop like it is
Way before I knew how to tuck
I use to hide that work
Right up in that alley
I know niggas that got guns
And act crazy when it's in they
You said we was bros, you done lied to me
When I got my numbers up you started trying me
Can't seem to patch that gaping hole, it's still reminding
They try to muzzle me but it won't work
Jesus was suffering so I won't hurt
Now I'm uncovering for what you search
They busy shoveling up in the dirt
the show
You're just a bitch nigga, and everybody knows
You claimin' you a baller, but you barely gettin' by
I'm stackin' up the paper, while you just
not feel it
We some thieves up in the night
We stealing, really be some villains
I been thuggin by my lonely
Chillin do not need civilians
Yeah
Feel
She go up and down
Like a pogo
Takin' pov shots like a go-pro
Bitch better be slim thicc or it's a no no
Don't fuck with the crew get put in a choke
died they never reached their full potential
Chances slim to make it out when all the odds stacked up against you
Hunters Point like a step-child to San
much depression had my life buffering
Only made it out by a slim chance
I tell myself when I do make it, I won't take an advance
But still be out
Thats just how I grew up
I been trynna play it, by the books
But I'm bout to, turn into a crook
Can I just go way back, way back
To when, I ain't know
เดินเซอยู่บน side walk call up my friends บอกเพื่อนไปขับรถเล่นปะ why not.
Hop in the backseat พวกกู grind hard.
อยู่ใน black porsche of course not my
the dead crowd up like Lazarus
Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful
Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope
Niggas realize they just
wanted your attention. And you ta take these inches. Wud put cho legs up by my head them deeper strokes was fittin. Wud grab yo waist pick up the pace
took the pies man (it was him)
It was him
Listen, who ate all the pies? It was me Wiley
Top boy riddems they are made by me
I've got high mic
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
advised to evacuate)
It’s Amicella
I did what they said that I couldn’t
I’m stirring the pot I’m not cooking
They coming like two by two, bars hit like
Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit)
Gangbanin' out the window hollering let's ride
Gotta keep a tec by the bedside
These niggas
muzzled up
Till he broke up out it
Step like some stairs on the up and up
Doper than some spoons and I heat up like when you cuddled up
Ain't no need
Oh, stewardess! I speak jive
Oh, good
Jus' hang loose, blood
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
What it is, big mama? My mama no
'bout
Up in NY blowin' the pack down
Drink in my system I'm finna act out
Crae hit my jack, told me it's time to go ball
I feel like Jerry Stackhouse
a lotta quick stops
If you're walkin' and I'm speedin' by often
It's called stalkin', you're 'bout to need a coffin
Double-padded wide seat for my
[ verse 1: scarface ]
It's been a long time comin
But now I'm back up in this bitch to hit these niggas with this gangsta shit
I keep the strong
his bed
There's a wicked man by the name of Jack
If you say it out loud, he'll sing it right back
He's seven feet tall with a great big smile
Full
(come on Jack)
I am on a new wave
Feeling so fly
Compliment my cut
I am on my way up sky
Money on my mind
Never satisfied
Take a look at my crib
I am
on fema I come where you live
Might just show up at your house like I moved in
Ray on the heat like it's 2k10 when them then j's in
Kick push hit a Lupe
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