Lyrics:
Got a real fine freak with a real big butt
She gets real ill when she hears my cut
Got two Cadillac's one blue, one gold
With straps on the back
at some work
You would open your mouth to kiss
Why you at the bar, roused off Cris'
No longer courageless
Grabbin hoes by the wrist
Chose one, mix wasn't
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up,
white just
Like fight night we be weighin' in
P.d is ma pieces 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked of with my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian
the fuck
This one's up and this one's fresh
Came from the East to keep it real in the West
This ain't no test
Life doesnt measure success
By holding pieces
so life ain't straight, if you incapable,
Having a little trouble a day with ah fiend or somethin'
Betta plead to bloody Jesus
Watch how the majesty
JME multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
I’m way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
Away don't talk to the stranger
I'm still real and I always have
I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the A-K forty seven
beat up, defeated, believin' that I needed it 'til Jesus came to kick it out the door
Cause it's
A crazy thing livin' in the mix
Gotta always stay
the pop's stores
It was ill on the real, but who's to die for us?
Say that I rock my own community
Ain't a damn thing owned by the you or the me
It's Koreans
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
one thing
Hella loud in this bitch
Like it's surrounds in this bitch
Please don't get found in a mix
Lil bro get put up on a list
Real Rockstar nigga I
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
body running I'm gunning the seven Summoned to ya soul soul soul Soul real for real
Come come to gather around
Jesus the healer
Just say his name
Devil
Powder Water
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla at a real nigga
I’m
rillo I ain't talking daffodils
Triple digits on the dash praying Jesus grab the wheel
(Whoa)
Living so high can't feel
I'm high on life for real
Keep
up?
If you da real Tyson, put ya hand up
I can't find you, exhausted my GPS
Throw me a sign in the sky
Is you chillin wit Black Jesus?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
on the floor, KD
Have you ever seen a 7-footer Shammgod
On God? Not before KD
Run it back like, go KD
Sniper jones, what you know KD?
Lord knows, if you
real, yeah
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
came and switched up my flow
Now I'm alive, his grace is like a melody, changing my tune
No longer defined by the things I once pursued, Jesus switched
up north
Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law
Crescent moon wink, when I blinked it was gone
Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword
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