Lyrics:
steppas up
Big dawg ironically the youngest out the crew
He like 5'6 but his record average 6-2
Said that nigga threatened who?
Get y'all church clothes
dont know how to feel)
But your heads in the clouds
No Wonder
Those who live in glass houses
I wonder (said you'd always keep it real - I dont know how
fool
Walked in a school
Or getting abused
By they parents who cant buy food
But put the blame on them
Like its their fault
They came out the womb
cnd
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
sleep
With a three star when I eat
Where is Alderaan? I can't see
Who's fault that it's gone?
I dunno not me
Look, yeah
I've been in the mix for
You're the typa dudes who call 6lack 6-lack
Feels like this the year I'm finna break through
Been about the game since grade two
See as a youngin', I
down for the crew
R.i.p to nipsey hustle marathon I'm running blues
Blow a bag i be drippin' from the Head to the shoes
Uno dos thres i ain't knowing who
spend insane
This money green but my benjis blue
Came up with my crew
We live this life
Bitches scream my name but this shit ain't new
Everyday my life
hell get it
I believe that soldiers who retreated got beheaded not quadriplegic
Devouring souls in blunts we keep the booter roll
Doing shows selling out
Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth,
call you two win, Yo we adjacent
Line em' up, Take em'
Tape em!
Wake em' up, Bake em'
Blaze em!
If you a dub, I'm doing you flagrant
Dead men on me
nice
I know little white kids and man
In prison who are blasting it
It's nuttin', all the Manny bees are buzzing
Big up Rags, that's big bro'
Hella Manny
It how to bank on a nigga, and break these hoes
We do it coast to coast, the biggest pimps by far
So Rappin' Ron won't you tell 'em who you are
subtracting the fake
Add up the profit, dividing that by the hate
That's a lump sum of money stacked up in a safe
Every dollar I spend I put two in its place,
silence is dedicated to those civilians and Arab kids
Cause he was doing fly-bys in a place that he ain't ever live
The OG's doing drive-bys
On the corner
pure calypso
Missiles in the pistol
Silence there's no whistle
Strike now who's official
Death will come and kiss you
Miss you cross the melon
And now
knowin what we do
Doing my own thing, man I’m rolling with who?
Yeah
Rolling with who?
You don’t know motherfucker you ain’t no one in my crew
You ain’t no
can be done in a flash
You can't stop it
As time moves on
We'll see who's true
As time moves on
Been losing my crew
Been losing my crew
Or should I
on the play cuz he had niggas with em
That live by the code, if they try us, we kill em
So they end up dying but you ain't die with em
Now somebody else gon get
and Drewsland...Wah you say? (Wah we say?)
Big up every dance crew, we nuh care you a who
Tek di videolight, cause your clothes new (oonu dance)
Jamaican island way
L.A.!
Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who
I ain't worried about them talking people have their own opinions
Because I trust the one who's over all and gave us all dominion
I'm so tired seeing
to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
I hit two niggas up in the ankle and one in the knee
Ain't
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