Lyrics:
it back
They goin take from that new Paper stack
That I just made from that
Corrupted system
Victims live in broken cribs n paper shacks
Tryna give
up you get checked and get smacked down
Whole crew fake y'all wrestles smackdown
80's flow bitch i'm bringing it back round
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She wanna
you know.. the people who are sparked by it. cnd the people who are like, offended by it.. it doesn't fucking matter! fuck you! You know it's like..
phone
Split your dome in a coupe it got two doors
I don't care if you pull up with your gang
I got clips yeah my glockee it go bang
Wrist on chrome
up blood?
"Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it's YMCMB, wild
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas
up blood?
"Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it's YMCMB, wild
Aye bro, let me see that lighter real quick
I'm 'bout to spark up this J, aye
Comin' from the west coast
Migi, Donny
Ice amnesia, sippin' by
up take it all
Keep two sticks like a drum band
N***a live strong like the wristband
Feenin for that water ice drippin
Strips blue hunnas thats
no killers
I was fed from no spoons that were silver
Come from a hood by the Alcovy River
Down 2-1-3 to a road that look like it slither
See in my hood
crew
[Tray Deee]
Daz - ya gotsta ride for ya side just to be recognized
Ain't no busters up amongst us, straight do or die
Put my life on the line,
I look in the- Hold on
Part 2: Hakai
Prophecy fulfilled
An addiction to the thrill was overshadowed
By my constant inability to feel
Had a convo
leaderboards for the murders
And it's messed up too cause the youngans be doing drive by's and they ain't got a learners
Who is you nigga cause I ain't never
on this earth
Are outweighed by all my racks lil bitch
Say u love me is it real
Bitch You gon never know how I feel
Fuk da fakes I'm da real
I don't be
Show out for the girls and get your ass whipped
On some 8th grade, right front of the class shit
You gon' try to test me but I'mma pass it
I'm
what he do
God he's making moves
Blessings coming and they coming by The two
It's nonsense if I talked about success
Without mentioned Jesus
All I
you gonna face more time
But then if you snitch
You might make it through
But then you gonna end up being lynched by your crew
These lyrics go out
chapter and I think
This life is a disaster and it stings
You see I'm trying to find a way out
[Chorus]
What a world, what a world
I'm hanging up
messed up
That's your best luck
The kinda sort, run you over in the 4 by 4
And the tag on your toe will read Derelict
Pass the blunt, I take a hit
Pass
We're way too drunk (Drunk)
4 brains in the racer
Just, won the cup, now we get slizzard
It's a team, it's a crew
You hurt one, four hurt you
We'll bury
crew to eat, my crew
We comin through a hundred strong [2X]
Comin wit a hundred miles, a hundred miles
Bumpin shit all summer long, bump that
You want it
It’s Philthy nigga
(Hol’ up, Spiffy in this muthafucka)
I say now
Pull up on ‘em wit a diamond tester
Pull up on ‘em wit a diamond tester
Pull up
It's been debated would you chase a check or get a ring?
You'd rather have him give you head than give you everything
I wanna do right by my woman and by
get real lit
Girls get confident
Show me they hold that down
I sell PLUSH Vodka to Toosii
Up everyday make a hunnid racks
Live life like I'm on a roofie
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