Lyrics:
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
on watchin people go by (Yeah)
I see they will just got they own life
Will they slow down and wait for me?
For me, for me, for me
I think I might just take
the fruits of my labor
Lemme get Sania Latham
Cause I want a little flavor
Like a roll up
Standing at your foot by the fruit
They don’t wanna see me shoot
I
and true
Me, the moon, the stars, and you
The pool hall boys-are chalking their cues up
(Livin' down in a thousand watt town)
Frank the bum's
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
dat
Blow that back out, never back down
From shit I know can't touch me
Dawg - why your hoe so touchy
Money only thing I got my eyes on
On the road
My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize its all about timin'
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin' African
for my niggas that I roll with
'Cause see the streets ain't no Gold's Gym, papi
And if I feel it going down then my niggas'll spot me
Without
trust nobody
I've been betrayed by everybody around
Cracking jokes I don't laugh much
For help I never could ask much
If I'm down an out I get passed
to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can replace these mistakes one by one with hot glue
Stand right there I'd
on the curbs, dishing out the dirt
Yo! someone's got to shout out to Bensonhurst
Ray Ridge Lordz rule
I might lose my cool
in a bar room brawl
and beat them down
going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit
The whole
really I am not yet
Imma fuck around get down in the mosh pit
Death by water is a motherfucker washed yet
I told lil shawty she need to proceed wit caution
You'll never be
Don't have time to make it pretty
No melody
Let me be frank
I commit felonies
War against myself
I'm the enemy
End of me
Sometimes I worry
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
determination and a heart full of will
My nigga Tiggalo held me down for real
But it's time now for me to ante up on the bills
Cause at the point when we
be frank?
Tell me the truth I'm abomination (Ugly)
I am not good with these proper faces (Nah bruh)
I walk though the halls looking irate, sick with
water
Built me a house and it's right by water
I'm the Trap God and I walk on water
So two hours later when the court gets dismissed
Last thing I need is gettin' dissed by these bitches
Out here begging me for some cheddar biscuits
4:44am, feds flock to the front yard again
Guns to the heads of my friends,
That was me back then, in 010
Only been waiting for something to take me
fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, when niggas acting like they helping you
I fuckin' blast you like Frank Castle,
I ain't even lie about, baby
I ain't even lie about, baby
Yeah, baby (Frank got the pack)
Ayy, I ain't even playin' games, on God, you gon' feel
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
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