Lyrics:
fifty-somethin' tonight on the tour
So if it was really on
I would've spint back already
Got your mint clapped already
I had y'all gift-wrapped already
I'm into
above the building tops.
I couldn't be the only set of eyes on them, but it often seems that way.
Lately, I'm feeling mocked by their purpose. I keep
multiple ac’s
If she throw throw it I catch it like AB
Catch me throwing up jumpers on state street
When I ball feel taller AD
Chameleon flow ever changing
take yours for it
Uh-oh, it's a booby trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, make him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin'
yeah, and a street-smart scholar
(Hold up Dame, let me break her for her last dollar)
I said okay, then I pulled to the side
It was cold, so it was
girls act like they love street shit
Tell them to lock my ting, and they're flinchin'
Snow ain't puttin' no tips in
No tip, by the time that he's done,
And we know that the beast don't love you!
We live! Next door to rats and gats
And the cats in the back sellin crack
We live! Where there's no God in
spit
Ebonics, burnin, that's the shit
And that girl by the bar with the waistline
Shakin her hips (okay!!)
This is the last crusade, I might
Fix your
They forgot to tell em, I'm Sicilian
50 years go by, his grandson I'mma fuckin kill him
Cause I'm a fuckin killer
Never did fit in as a dealer
But they
I bleed red for the masses
I got nothing but love for their daughters and beef with their sons
Streets said we won
And when the wolf cried, boy
a week
And that's just me.
That's just me
There are fifty other cars parked
On this fucking street
Ran out of places
To bury the trash
The earth is
pen
But my immediate surrounders got me living in sin
I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink
Using my focus choking smash on the throttle
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
Star-Spangled Banner"
[Chorus: x2]
'Cause see we buck up in this bitch
Fixin' to tear up some shit
Better call 5-0 if you want to survive ho
Shit, it ain't
a G to the end the end of the road
But back in the kitchen at the end of the stove
A T looks like we at the end of the O... drop a fo
In a 20 ounce
tapes way before I heard 50
Hollywood cat's fake, streets stayed with me
Say you want test MOD
What come get me
I don't hesitate rhyme
Buss mine
hundred fifty in this kennel
(In this kennel)
You can tell my bro a real street nigga
He done slip shit (yeah)
I be tryna hide my real
Life from these rap
It's always understood
We like it laid back, old school in the deck
Cats ride around still blasting cassettes
Better watch your back partner when
You
take me back to Jacksonville
And drive me up mountain street
Lead me into old Paul Snow
And show me to my seat
When God decides it's time for us
tips, don't try to blame me
Play caller, get the blueprint, bitch, I'm Jay Z
Touchdown, it was rush hour, like where Juntao?
Fifty shots, Lil Uzi by me
Lil Ye, back in the feds, 5K to iPhone him
Tell the niggas no a couple times, they get to plottin' on you
Wish I would've picked up for Lil Marc when
the dub only put on more stress
So bless
So i sneeze when i want
Im so policed by the world Aint no use gettin cuffed
The baddest bitch got the biggest
the beef jump off, and my heat dump off
50 shots let em chop, blow a meat chunk off
Flip his block let him pop
Till police come dawg
I'm street, I'm raw, you
They clean up after me
Laughed, this nigga wifed my
Favorite bitch, bro, give her back to me
Sad to see these niggas sippin' green
They do it happily
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