Lyrics:
sayin!!
im with b1rgang yeah u know that they ma bros!!
im 2 busy yeah I couldnt give af abt a hoe
we gon take him by suprise!! shh keep it low
all these
exhibits so my art must catch your mind
I've been in a bind low as hell
Call me Louise lane except my superhero is dinero it just heals the pain
Rather be
the greatness inside me (God help me)
Look Christ died so that man could be integrated (yeah)
Tell me why are these congregation so segregated
Black man in
pac In it
If you wanna fly we can Clark Kent it
Got a slice of apple pie
Price is right is on so we getting high
Jordan 2s guess jeans guess the homies
Hey, nigga, can I lay low, cook some yay-yo?
Hollar "one-time," when I say so
Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences
Narcs on a nigga back,
down with drums and sticks and I'm hitting shit
When I was a kid I didn't have shit
I fell in love with instruments
I play with drums and sticks
up?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we
All over her fucking buns
I-I-I got myself a switch
And it came with 50 drums
One shot and you know
That yo ass is done
She said she loved me at first
as soon as I pick up the mic and begin, and the lyrics just start
To flowing, ahem-ahem, coughing couldn't stop me from going
On with the rapture, so
pass my by
That's why I stay oh so high
One blunt
Two blunts
Three blunts
Four
Never stop, Never slow my roll
Times so fast, always pass my by
That's why
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
Forty individuals
Keep it on the low? Keep it on the low, aiiight
Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up
Yo with your departure let's start
to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They thought that they could make some easy bucks
By washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
a house call bitch
Murder is all on my mind
So I grab my plastic nine
I'm foister on the low-low where my soul sent me
Some shit now look deep into my
'Cause y'all pawns tryna pose as kings
They got me feelin' like when 50 brought Buck out
Young country nigga finna buck out
I'm tryna see the O's just like
Covered up all black with them drums
And just go dumb
I'm on that level so nigga stop tweaking
I'm toating some shit that'll stop you from speaking
With
it a buck 50
Got trap jumpin', this shit don't stop
I jump in my bag and I put it on lock
I got a box on the Glock
So whenever I - Brrt, that bitch
the timing
But the time flies by so quick
I can't even keep my eyes closed
I'm lonely
But my hearts so cold that's why
I keep it on the down low
You don't know
Small Cash, It All Hit The Stash
Fast Bucks, Slow Bucks, It All Adds Up
Don’t Get Caught Up By Them Jack Boys Playing Tuff
Cause These Fools Selfish, They
a prick, attitude matches wardrobe, uglier then sin
This is Bed Stuy 82'
9th floor three tiny rooms one view
Buck-town, Roosevelt house
They green
now we got you high
I don't know you
Why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill
You ain't no killa
the whole drum civic flock yo' lambo
Rock my roca pants low
No, my name ain't Lindsay
But yo' girl gimme low hand (Lohan) though
I got swave like ta ta
You in
love is used as a guide by the civilized
Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes
That's so much of a lie, you can leave your
adiós
Aint no time I'm goin broke you see on socials I be low
'Cuz I be runnin to that doe seen shit ya neva seen before
He slit his bitch I slit his
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