Lyrics:
a cover? You barely blinked once
Scream into mics, lazy calling that punk
Throwing shots, I won't stop til the beat is over
Wrote it all by myself, ain't
Choppin' a bitch my crew hit then they slide
Know I live by the trap and the rules I abide
I won’t touch on a thot keep my girl by my side
If you
heaters on you
Spittin' back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin' on two, I put a beatin' on you
Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I
time vocals hit the instrumental
The shits elegant, in her trunk like elephant
She seen me in the back seat, track meet, I'm hella bent
Live different,
and forth (no)
And I promise that I'll get it by force (on God)
Remember the all white Forces (white)
Now we in all white horses (white)
We used to hit
Wait, can't be late
Got enough food so I share my plate
Get it for my crew cause they pull they weight
Not too many people can live at this rate
Push
through watchin' "Ray" I hit
I laid it down beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake up and eat it, what
The it's part two, in
Verse One:
Live the life of luxury
Chilling just my folks and me,
Being all that we can be
Loaded like an armory;
Fire's all I keep with me
Vodka
Wouldn't be where I'm standing if they hadn't have fought for me,
From a nothing rep, now we live busting sets,
So if you own a Hoods album you get nuff
outside[00:33.81]Actin' up, actin' up[00:35.39]Cause people get jealous and wish you to die[00:37.15]Mask it up, mask it up[00:38.62]So I gotta be real when they stick by
ain't got time,this the clean up crew
If he Jose-in, we step on you. Cause thats just,
what I do
Yeah, y'all gotta come in a group,
Y'all too bad, I can't
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
off me
Two years of my life were spent in a mental health
I'm a threat to society, then again to my fuckin' self
I'm losin' my fuckin' mind, my veins
finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin
'll cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
[Chorus 2x]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know
Then
grad
Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat
where they can sang
Naw hit em wit a riddle that will cripple on the tempo
Should we get you in the vibe where you vibe wit us
Should we get real live
20K at the Palms
I drink, all day long and throw some dank in the bong
My whips too clean, I bet they hate that I ball
I throw two shots back,
Birds in the trap?
Not like that
Still go hard when i cop that track
Still go hard when i hit from the back
Still drove far just to hear that ass
at you and I'm trying to kill it
Run away with these scars on my own
I heard you want my soul, I won't be alone
Two times, one hit
Don't blink, don't
they do is sang (On God)
I heard you got your pole but you a bitch what you gone do with it
I ain't worried bout no bitch if she a slut I let my crew hit
c clean sword ain't stronger than a dirty pen
I see the writing on the wall about the world events
You don't want to watch a world cause it hurts
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
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