Lyrics:
need a gun
9 on my hip didn't take it out the clutch
Real life shit no cut
Crazy how the story mashed up
A crazy lil nigga and a brazy lil nigga
Came
Weezy
Stackin green by the ocean like it's seaweed
Takin shots all day like I'm 2-3
She heard my song now she wanna fuck like a groupie
These days, I been
I took a trip all by myself
Through the Safire seas
Fell from cloud 9 and barley alive
She rescued me
She was so kind
Showed me the island where they
on the muthafucking corner just bopping
When I just ride by the damn bus stop and
Stop pop trunk and niggaz just jocking
Yeah these hoes just steady be watching
tryna hit the Stop-n-Go
They robbin boys, can't even order Domino's
Peer pressured into weed, i was 9 or so
Put the swisher sweet down til ya momma goes
I don't want to take a taste of icy cold reality
I have built a shrine to monotony
Are you proud of me
I have built a shrine to monotony
Nine to five
Stuck in my head
Can't wait 'til I'm dead
Know some people out there feel what I just said
Went from a 9 to 5
All the way to a drive-by
I be talking
narcotics
But lemme get back to the topic
You know I'm the dirtiest, baby
I cook up a beat and get murderous, baby
I doubt that you heard of us, baby
It's me
partake
Go back when I wanted to be R9
And right now I can buy an R8
Yo I'm proud to say I spit bars mate
And fuck them lot I'm doing it for our sake
hannin, forreal
Beat those drums
Soon as we lock up the pot, camera surveillance the spot
This overdue, them there was so overdue
Them folk were
mates love all that gun stuff (stuff)
My white mates love having punch-ups
They sniff coke and beat other mums up
I'm in the trap with a TT white girl
coach
You can't fuck up the vibe when I'm puffing smoke
Got her wet like Poseidon I need a boat
No 9-5 'cause I need it more
My day ones they riding
Billiono,
Look bitch I'm working selling like a merchant,
And I'm taking it global, 'bout to be a mogul,
I'm the crack to the beat, the pot is the Pro
I'm always on your mind
I'm work here like you're nine to five
I'll be your surprise, you're the party
Baby it's turn up time
I got what you need
I
inside of the livest niggas
Art of War was designed by the wisest killas
Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
Took my hooks like you wrote that
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just like Muhammed Ali
They called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
That you know I've
by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just like Muhammed Ali
They called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
That you know I've
of the human race, can study death
they'll reach in through your TV speaker
they'll feature
a creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
your executed
The clock is tickin'
Finger's itchin'
To unleash a piece
Some 32 empty homies
That are dyin' to beat
The [?] flesh you want to kill me
Sucka really
Ya'll
a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart
When it beats it creates musical art
That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart
Telepathically traveled a form
at my team
Entrepreneurs gettin publishin, raw on tour, no rubbishin
Swan drops nukes by law, where we at wit this
Everywhere you see them four byes
Low
Tłumaczę synom co dobre
I kto im może wbić sztylet
Że zawsze warto się podnieść
By udowodnić swą siłę
Dla jednych życie to progres
Dla innych pasmo
ask me when I cross-dress
If I'm bothered by the stares and shouts
Cause I could shout
I mean I could and that's a major key (AHHHH)
DJ, can you turn me
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