Lyrics:
that they've been down but really I ain't seein' shit
Claiming they support but deep down wishin' that I'd quit
They couldn't handle my devotion, the way
was a one and done
She ate me up, just like ima honeybun
Yall niggas clones, yall niggas are my sons
Call me Andrew by the way I count these Jacksons
I
a 718, no service
On my way to the east side
Board on the street lights
Sick on the inside live fast, die young
That's a notion to live by
Been on my own
changed nothing but the hoe that I'm fucking
Still riding through the hood all the homies say "Whats up 'nd?"
Give me my props cause i always rock
And I
the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
Good times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while
knew 'em
Since my nigga took off the stocking caps to cool 'em
Yo, fire sour with gasoline burners, light up
Any microphone in the mix get lit right
Shatterin' your silence, passing round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck
are high
And in my line of work that goes side by side
But when the worlds collide they waste a whole damn product
Here's the adrenaline when
I die my spirit will jump inside machines
Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry)
I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
and keep a tight relation
With my team keep it moving, and doing it right
Up in the lab every day 'til daylight
That's the way things move in this monkey
to go
I got a bunch of little things I need to fix
My savior on the way back don't you forget
This world is over don't get caught up
In the mix
and a bitch
Yeah
Aye
Keep all my real dawgs in this bitch
If they rock with Q and Quan it's best we keep them inna mix
Keep the locations we flying on the hush
Tell me how you feel bout this wave like the ocean
Tell me how you feel when I cause this commotion
Mix up my cup put in drive and devotion
Don't
track
And when you see me in the club, I'm surrounded by thugs
This finest shit is straight running through my blood
Feeling like a hot boy, nigga bling
Yo, I know everyone out there wanna know, "what the hell does this mean?"
Well, I don't know my damn self
Now what the hell does thoia thoing
Karate class we chopped
Them bricks
I ran through hoes on scholarship
Niggas should be rugs the way they lying
My powers come from Zion
The mile high club
you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
Throwing punches all over the club
I'll take my shit back
King of this spot
I'ma lack if I'm not
Top 50 rappers
Rapping with accents
Paddling raps
When 12
Yea yea yea yea
Guap
I really go crazy a lot, a lot
You would think shawty a janitor just by the way I be making her mo-o-o-o-op
I really go crazy
home, come on)
Hold up, let's take it from the top, I, Fox
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
In the six drop, boo, and it don't stop
See money
Now we went every night,
i hit the club and find somethin' i like
somethin' it looks like it would fit just right
by my side and in my ride couse
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
dropped out, still mastered my classes
I mix and master my classics and let the streams bring the cash in
This some scary shit, poltergeist
Grew up, didn't
your soul sucking
Bullshit can get to
Stumping
The other way
When we in the mix
It's SM
And I'm bumping
To a hundred and six
Degrees on top your head
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