Lyrics:
don't say good luck
You say don't give up
It's the fire
Inside you
Let it burn
Yeah, and if I'm ever at the crossroads
And start feeling mixed
we're back!
Y'all market y'all block, they sent me to corner that
Rap game's an old flame, my nigga I want 'em back
Like mic check
Pimp for what
dots, f*** them
Give em head shots, bet
Not nere n**** touch one
Of my dread locks
Red eye red dots, f*** them
Give them head shots
Thought it was funny
I do not know what the fuck you want from me
Im Ill sick that bitch fucking masterpiece
I make em say uhhh like
fucking Master P
I dont care top
Yeah
I, I
Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet (I, I)
Ooh (Na Na, steady rise, peace, dada), baby
I gotta get you home with me tonight (gotta get you
to something
Alone on this road cause my friends turned to foes but I knew that it'd be okay
Walk through the flames and swim with the sharks but don't ever lay
march and hold hands like M-L-K
The nigga in me like Malcolm little said 'all means necessary'
So by all means I'm armed and my weapons ready
I got my
a solid witness
That galaxy that's rocking beats and what does it give him
A hypnotical rhythm i spit bars and they listen
I rip raw when i hit em' i get
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong
em know how real this is
M-O-B-B, D-double-E-P wit bounty killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q-U-double-E-N-S, my bomb
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
flashin'
She amazed by the jewels and the fashion
I pull up, got two bad bitches with me
Let 'em suck on my neck, but no hickeys
My dude came with the pole,
niggas
I done been in there before
And I ain’t going back there no more
On the inside hoping that your Niggas outside give a fuck or care at All
Tell em
Give me a gram go higgaty ham
Busting yosemite sam
Keep going flow never could jam
Fuck you thinking I am
Give me a light t h c
Bitch mix it wit
of paying, lately I've been playing with digits
So much coming from these words, it's making 'em nervous
Ain't a thing by chance, everything you see
This is real talk
I'm a real Brooklyn nigga
This is real talk
I'm talking right by Linden P's
This is real talk
I used to rock Evisu jeans
That's
I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas
Bitch I'm
feel no pain
But I promise since the day I got the text
Ain't been the same, ain't been the same, ain't been the same
Pop out w glocks we let 'em flame
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
seems this Aquafina ain't doing enough
I still don't give a fuck and if fucks were like bucks
I wouldn't still give a fuck we in the party bus
Like weezy
Kill em with the riddim that I'm spittin' for the feeling
So I tell em that I'm living and I'm bigger when achieving
And I'll get em in a minute when I'm
believe 'em?
How could I believe 'em?
How could I believe 'em?
How could I believe 'em?
How could I believe 'em?
I don't want the noise in me every day
Give
They ain’t help me when I sat roadside
They ain’t give me no directions no guide
Nope
Nope
Now they ask if I can give 'em a ride
But if I do is they
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