Lyrics:
work like your touch your toes
and n the middle of july we got that summer snow
i got em snow boarding in august
and i love a pretty bitch but
swear lil bro
It's the bruk
On me it's the bruk
I swear lil bro
It's the bruk
Two cups and I'm rolling
I'm deep in my gaze
Switch up the flow
Get it
or worse a gift or a curse
When they hurt, do they Search for the true n living or a church
Retribution and karma
What's the solution for the drama
Evolution
That's why I live it by the gang
ATG, all my members know what I'm saying
Romans 12:2 turn to scripture to a saying
And all this persecution gon turn me
on the spaceship
Two 12s in the trunk Martians love when the bass hit
My time is now I can't waste it
Roadblocks don't face em
Ima hop over jumpman spacejam
MJ
pack'n toolies and it's:
[Vamp:]
Right by my side, there through the night
I'm a felon in your eyes, how they make
Me out, to look, sparks my drive ‘cus
Nah You cant smoke wit me
Nah You cant joke wit me
You niggas is leaches
Crabs in a barrel please let go of me
Lead by example im pavin the way No
for a fact
I just came up on a big fuckin bag as my brother went broke so we split it in half
You do the math
Times it by 2 and then times it by 4
dollars
I guess I need change
I'm losin my traction
Caused by distraction
These women be feelin
The way that I'm killin
She flow like a river
I need a new
arroz amarillo
Yo soy suave viejito, campeon nacional como Tito
Bringin the heat bro, unique when I speak yo
Doin my Way like Carlito, beats by
dollars, two hundred thousand you name it
Beamer Benz or Bentley Bugatti body you claim it
And all of it depends on the way you shakin' your anus
Had
like Curry n Klay
Another dollar mean another day
I'm in the hood so stay outta the way
I'm finna take off just a lil delay
Talkin money I got
live channel number 2
My momma told me sideways
I would have to get outside find my place
My momma shares my migraines
Look too hard at me might get
bought
Sitting on ten times twos, rolling by you
It gets bigger, I remember being broke
So the plan now is to get richer
Ain't goin' be no scuffling my
and hussle
Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
{2x}
Verse Two: {Yella Boy}
Like Black and Moe I got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another homicide
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy)
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy)
Chanel belt hold the F&N up, I'm so (wavy)
King Tut, I'm
China Town uncle Lenny used to own
Dollar bills on the wall respectfully known
Bolo went by himself even though it seem risky
Wanted the whole cake -
yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala
Rollin, and runnin from the police
Brother
feelin' like a jerk
Hundred dollar car note, two hundred rent
I get a check on Friday, but it's all ready spent
Workin' for a livin'
(Workin')
Workin' for
on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend drive
Half a pound two stacks, half a unit 10-5
I stay out here by Sully so you
these Boyz II Men
I play somethin' verbally, capable to murder the
Average MC; the tough ones I'll burn third degree
And if you're thinkin' that I'm
[Elzhi]
[Elzhi]
The Moment of truth, from the flow in the booth
Is it a classic to blow through the roof
Just ask 'n let me show you the proof
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