Lyrics:
Feeling like Tupac Shakur
What I used to do is just
Trap and shoot
But things changed up
And now my wallet packed with blue
So would you act the same
If you
What it all...
Homies on the strolls... and they back up... burning the holes... open petrols
Just going up jocks by they glowin' the gross... just
These niggas not 1,500, but they wanna be
I told my bitch, you can place, where do you wanna go
Couple shooters in Atlanta, they throwin' up 4s
Gang
a ford escort
I'm in a "Ring Master" gold super sport
And it's about to rain, I see the weather bad
Hit the top on up like I better had
I cut back
of my Grandmama/ I'll do this in honor rest in peace, you in a better home,/ discover Pulaski back to take over home,/ Voice is raspy from living near
& the packs flip
Girl you draw me in
Your energy is so attractive
When we see again, there's no debate
I know you're active
Hmmmm, they know it's me
I can take
the cops
Don't you dare stare, you better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin' the price
the cops
Don't you dare stare, you better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin' the price
the cops
Don't you dare stare, you better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin' the price
what you heard let me Rest In Peace
My life is a thrill and I’m flowing with ease
I don’t give a fuck I’m still getting that cheese
Hang me on rope
Uh, it's all for you, my melody boo
This lovin' is all for you, break it down, how you feel about this
[Verse 1]
Reminiscing to back in our
Janta is the king,
Maange sab different,
Kuch alg sa se do to,
Muh ban jaare,
Going hard at it since,
Maine likhna shuru kiya,
Tabse level up level
for my friends and family it would've bested me
But the thing is I love y'all to much so I can't rest in piece
I wait for the day when I can be in
run this home, sneak by the cops, put the switch to his dome
Man, I know that he dead, now he up in the bone
Man, you need to be fed, tell em leave me
they come in handy
F**k nigga what you saying
One shot leave yo meat hanging
Yea we posted concrete pavement
Try to come around
Nigga we gone gun ya
your peer the baton
But they the ones you race with and leading the nation is a racist
I know you want to hear cold fucking flows
After all it's
Yo, on all my ghouls
Krama start with K
Because killing is a psycho for real
Ain't that a bitch
Let that shit blow
Let that shit blow
Let that shit
Andre Nickatina
Caught up in the rhyme like a dopef iend, freaky heater back the fuck up if you cut your broke dreams, I keep the 40 fo' shizzle
Under the street lights
Trying to get rid of the
Rest of this whizzite
All it take is one whistle
And the homies is coming
I strapped all them niggas up
sheep
In a cold winter's ni-ight that wa-as so deep
No-o-e-el, No-o-el, No-o-el, No-o-e-el
Born is the Ki-ing of I-is-ra-el
They-ey loo-ook-ed up
got a gold grill in my mouth cuz that aint what I'm bout
But i don't got nothin against the ones in the world Who
Do
If its bout where you from
don't tell me nothing
Abundance on a hunnit
They say "What you mean by that? "
"You always up to something"
I feel no, I feel no ways
This time I am
a terrible room-
Gilded with the gold teeth
Of the women who loved you!
Now, though I die,
Magpie, this I bequeath:
By any other name
A jay is still blue
With
further come and see the other side
Self made artist i did this by myself
If you aint stayin with me man fuck you fuck and the rest
Gone too far i aint
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