Lyrics:
pop up on your scene like toast
Playin' host to your regiment
Who rally to boast but now boast no more
They got floored by the sight of my ledger
the shits
Northside n**** by the rich, oh
I'm dida gang she on Prada fits
N****s gon dye that's the colour flip
Chain on my neck make the numbers switch
I
styles on the files that are made my neighbor
I got the keys. It's like being majors my majors
FleezFleez, With that mad flavor to savor
Like tacos with
changed down one method and
Took our H.O. card
And our religion
But that's before my estate Cause when i came along everything seemed great.
I went
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
You think that your my enemy well come and take a blunt hit
Youll never get ahead of me
So go and have some bitch
Switch up the style
I've been here in
only adored by epileptics
I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can't accept it
But when something gives you nightmares, can you afford
ain't safe out nigga stay dangerous
Create a style then change it up
I sip on the wock you got caro
Give you a halo, you play off that angeldust
Make it
her style
I don’t care about her flaws
They just poof when she smiles
But she isn't here
That’s what I fear
Her eyes and hair
Simply not real
Don’t
lee-way
Or getting good service in the country, on a pre paid
Or beating Husain, in the 100 meter relay
So please stay- and deal with that shit
That you
took a fade away
Improving day by day
But snow lasts forever look like freckles on my visage
Cold cold December hope it settles down by Christmas
They
"baby, cause I'm yours"
Start to whisper in your ear , I tell you all About my love
Don't be sippin' on no beer, that shit is
Bad for heart and soul
We
Perkiana come out you the one
I want you to hop on my dick and then run
By the end of the night you gone cum
And if u dont do that I know that you done
I
build my bridge,
(like that)
Brick by brick
My empire might flip, get cash
Overnight don't trip
Check stats
Wasn't quick
Shit I spent 6 racks
(No cap)
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't
infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the shogun was scared of him
Maybe
to the god Taheem, watching over me
White chariots and horses, get me over rough courses
While I silence those voices that doubted my ability
To rip,
sucka
On bro, and that's word to my mother
I'm a real nigga, never been undercover
I seen a nigga get shot by his brother
Douly G came out
connected the dots
When you live by your gun you'll definitely get shot
Even though I know riding with one's necessary a lot
It's time to build apply my rhyme
Jesus since a sz 3
Spitting from my chi wu-tang grand master B
Man ain't bought a record since that 20/20 Trip Lee
Listen to them you'll find Waldo before
it, that's my freaky hoe
Lee said we finna rob him for them fuckin' pounds
He shoot his shit in the air, now he ain't got no rounds
This godfather OG,
speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess
weather all day
Do the things that I never do
Live life for a little while
Look at my face and see my smile
I'm feeling myself and digging my style
And I
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