Lyrics:
Campbell
Rest in peace Jamal Francique
Rest in peace to countless others I cannot name here
That would take up a whole damn album
Maybe 2
They want us
go
My insecurities are calling me
Kill the beat casually
In this casual tee, stacking casualties
Album 2 talking to the demon next to me
That's true
You know this is a priority
Oh yeah, Benny
Yeah, this is the one right here
We gone start it like this
This is the album
We livin'
43va
It's Moves,
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
WM who is you fuckin with
Jodie a cobra you know him
Mamba I switch up like 8 did
Get me like 2 or 4 more
She gave me a pocket had flavor in it
Treat
to your knees its OV
(Lord Infamous)
So all you niggaz join gangs because your weak alone
Catch you by yo self yo ass ol' get gone
Run up in the door
the stove off
When I'm kickin' the stove off, kickin' the doors off
Everybody hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off
Say, make a remark and repay
the door
Cause i'm coming over
And when them panties hit the floor
It's gon` be over
Cause i'm your secret l-o-v-e-r
verse 2:
I like your style
Could be my
to make the album
Finish, get me some bread
When I glow up
I'ma do the two door flex
You forgotten' in the city like the New York Mets
Said I'm a workhorse
I'm in the books burning bills
Dreaming of a life in the hills
Tesla with the doors up, suicide seals
Starved my whole life, just waiting for a meal
off the hook, I'm off the chain /
Fuq he smoking, can't be Mary Jane/
Two albums plus, plenty singles of coarse/
Gold selling record, no labels
hit the refrigerator door
Grab my water and I go I told shawty
That the bros got my back baby
Then we started whipping in the kitchen
Full stomach then
all
Wait what what you boutta do
Two door four door let me choose
What color gotta match the shoes
Chapter one here's the clues
Who's underrated if it's
it behind cuz I've lost all my hope
But that can't be true cuz this album my fourth
I won't give up I won't walk out that door
I'm never content, I'm
damn)
Dylan's car
Somehow it's not done
Dylan's car
Addressed it back in album 1
Weeb stickers on the back
Right above the bumper
Where you can find
think I'm lost and that's my motto
Matter fact thats the album man I'll see
You in a year a two
Cus I don't want the fame yet
High school is done in
When you least expect it
We back up in this piece like yeast to bread
Underground you gotta find me
Like an Easter egg no need to beg
I hit the club
the price go up when they hit the town
Blood on the dough, I'm going to war for it
And I got junkies at the door, and I got chickens in the kitchens
I got
out, snatch my chain
Get stomped by a whole lot of Timbs' though (stupid)
I'm dunkin' on' your bitch like Tim bro (free throw)
I let the block hit
at the door (what?)
Got an eviction, I'm like fuck, I need to hit a lick (I do)
Catch a nigga lackin', put a jackin' on him (what?)
Stick the gun through
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
Number one is the place
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
[Krayzie Bone]
Now we ridin by [Repeat x4]
a hit. Cause we never gonna lose it dying. W
e gonna keep on fighting. Hold on when we win, take a hit. Cause we never gonna lose it dying. We keep
nothing
Making all this money I got these bitches blushing oh
1, 2, 3, 4 That's bitches knocking at my door, wearing clothes that you can't afford
She gon
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