Lyrics:
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
cats I'm done with you
From Joe Scudda, miss and shoot the one with you
Get it in with you, forget you
Put your little album out
Who really cares
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
case
The last girl I gave my heart to
I won’t say her name
This albums dedicated to the lovers
Cuz when the world is on fire
They carry all of our
The reason that I came
Is bleeding from the veins
Of the people 'cause we're equal
Only freedom is the aim
This album has been in the
Making a quarter century
two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Breaking bread with my gang, if they want the loaf then I like the crumbs
They gon' need this shit on DVD, BRB
Heard that bitches outside wanna see my teeth,
so many people there
Flashback to when the guy from NME said nobody would care
And now we're back out on the road, the album's almost good to go
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. And think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas
crackerjack, but y'all surprised
Off the plane from 305
Miami talking, dead counting
Biz Kane, yeah, beautiful sight
Beat a n***a like Mayweather
Haters hot
Splash Life on a nigga sweat suit (Splash)
I drip like a faucet now
Anybody could shoot from a car
You get no respect
If you ain't walking down
Pussy
smoke
Putting my talents to work so we dine with fine china and feast more
When I was 14 I had learned to record and red button had me sold
Went from no
I'm coming out your radio
I don't know who you're hating bro
But from here i don't know
If up is the right way to go
Because when people start
must not get the process
Ever since joe died I stop making music
Grandpa died and that shit turnt ruthless
Took CDot from me man that's that bullshit
Boy
and the company
Joe Robbie Boys
Untouchable
Yeah
And by the way, it was never my intention to make a project or an album
I just wanted to make an intro song for my
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
walkin' down the street with two cats by her side
The one on the right Trina, the one on her left I
We in a hot poster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
[Bun B]
Let's get it started like transmission and alternators
Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest
Takin 'em down from
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