Lyrics:
them all away then haul away
The raw decay then y'all will say
"We don't know"
The K.O.D'll spray the fraud away
Make it a holiday
See killin' when
made her suck my dick while I was squeezin' the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin'
clique I pop my shit nigga don't get hit by the hit man
They don't wanna play with the big man
Nigga make mo noise den a big band
Yea I gotta got hard with
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
bark on the mic and I won't stop
The I hit 'em and I get 'em all again
Gotta shut it down, everybody knows that I close shop
Yes yes yes, ok
Now I'm
I got here
On a safari everyone yelling at me to give up I cannot hear
No I'm not sorry I dropped my album against opposition in my ears
Don't got
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
try
But they hit me up every night
Then they start gripping my pine
The devil's working overtime
My light is meant to shine
So im out here living my
fam proud
Bitch this on Spotify, don't fuck with SoundCloud
Spent half a band on this album, I stunt now
Rapping since eight yeah this shit was no
cuz I need your bills
So those streams I'ma need to just reel 'em in
Fall in love with the green like I'm Peter Quill
Now if I don't make it then
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
I don't wanna whine no more so I will take my time
Read between the lines to find the rhyme then realign
I guess that I'll be leaving now time to make
shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our
Go, why don't you just go
Go sing
Go do an Afro-Soul album
Like everybody else?
And I was like you don't understand
I'm burning inside
I'm burning
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars
(Watch me) You see me around some cheese
(Watch me) See me with
you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars
(Watch me)You see me around some cheese
(Watch me)See me with hustlers around
nobody outta shit,
Then they put it on the town,
Shit got real,
When you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal,
You got one hit record now you
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
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