Lyrics:
day another homicide
There’s a way we can all survive
By holding it down
I’m holding it down
I’m holding it down
I’m holding it down
I’m holding ya
the rich folks down the street.
Bottle bone dry
Bottle bone dry
Bottle bone dry
Bottle bone dry
Shes here for another taste
A roll up of coins
And a bag
Day by day, minding my P's and Q's
The music that I play, got me into a groove
Rolling away, down the road as I cruise
Rolling away, down the road
Genocide kickin' in yo back
How many times have you seen
A black fight a black
After drinkin' down a bottle
Or a malt liquor six-pack
Malt liquor bull
It's another holiday
I ain't taking none off
I been working by the bay
Never took a day off
Now she asking where I stay
Can't wait till we getting
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him (woo)
You
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him (woo)
You
Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
People calling me, asking me for money,
day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day just went by
Tryna get my
in the bottle
(Bottle)
Asking how myself how did I make it here
I'm grasping on your touch
But I always let the fingers slip
Staring at the bottom
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
River
To the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we
30k to go get rid of her stomach
I'm a triple OG nigga 20 years and running
All my niggas down to ride like crash test dummies
And J don't stand in
Uh,
Look uh,
Nowadays I'm asking bitches what they doing for me nigga
Uber to the crib already know wassup shoes off sanitizer at the door my
a nigga down but I aint let up
He looked me dead in my eyes and said you ain't special
He got me turnt he got me on another level
I say wassup take off
River
To the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we
don't recognize
I got wasted
Another bottle to the face
The liquor numbs what I think
Drowning in it but nobody see it
I'm invisible, I'm gonna sink down
a mil, competition got to chill, ill
Carolina, you all run down
Shaggy's not around, do you know how you sound?
Coming up here asking for him
Well I
a mil, competition got to chill, ill
Carolina, you all run down
Shaggy's not around, do you know how you sound?
Coming up here asking for him
Well I
so messy
They songs cannot impress me I kick shit like Lionel Messi
Pass the fifth of henny imma down the bottle til it's empty
Dare a rapper try
I been feeling down, swig a bottle till I crash and fall
Chug another round, guess I'm not that strong after all
I don't wanna think, I might mix it
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
a Poison Ivy
Patch you stepped in
I'm not another super hero
Stop asking me about my functions
Bring my power down to zero
We're gonna show this world
close, don't listen to the rotten prose
Otherwise it will be adios
Now put that bottle down, you don't need another dose
Come and grab my hand
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