Lyrics:
Wake up, motherfuckers!
And smell the Cuban coffee
Una coladita, ha, ha, ha
You ain't gotta worry about MIAMI
Being represented no more
'Cause it
choice do i have
Mystery still remain unsolved
Still wondering why a father Will sacrifice his on son
I rather be judged by 12
Than carried by 6
My
Yea I've been working from home
Spend most of my time on the phones
Never pick up if the call is unknown
Aye
I got the drank and its strong
I hardly
If we making money then im with whatever
I work with my brothers we striving together
Smoke by the pack I got O’s on the dresser
Run up the racks got
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
like me a don
F**k up all a 100g a day mi deven plan
Some man nuh ovastan, I guess dem only know mi song
Put a gran pan yuh head a couple man a lef di
hladan sam of course
Oppovima by by pull up in the ghost
Osjecam se k'o Shy guy ali nisam spor
Ovo nije my life više nisam svoj
Oko ruke diamonds hladan
Pumas
And my name Mr k Almighty, try to low ball
But she speaks only highly, try me, Q
Let's see how many do it
Put your hands up now
Let's see how many
Aye (What up, Scrap?)
Gettin' money (you already know what it is)
OK-K-K-K (Let 'em know)
I can't stand to be without money, know what I'm talkin'
[Chorus]
This for my niggas on the block dodging one time
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time
picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Silkk bout a coupla K)
I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla
picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Silkk bout a coupla K)
I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla
Just start to spray
You know I'm in the back seat A'd up, K'd up
When the clips' on in the get
You know we sprayed up
I woke up early in the morning
With
Bu
t they still love talk on my 92 guys
they can’t talk on me or the guys cah most of their guys been cheffed and
done up
*** got yinged by bro
tooled up
Howie on your ass with that mess and then we pulled up
Firing on his ass, make me mad, play by the rules, uh
Don't like it, my lips, but they ass
ain't never gave a fuck about her love
Can't trust no bitch, cause I been fucked up by that tossin' love
Goin' crazy on you little bitches, I can't get
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
coke and homicide leap
The other street opportunity, the chance to live sweet
Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete
So you can be
a minute, we like to thank
Each and every one of you hoes for comin' out to Club Hub City
I am sexy Leroy, backed up by the fantabulous chocolate lovelitez
be on to you ma brether,
Oo ma sister,k)so y3,
Mengyae da,
Cause am guided by the holy father,
Nothing can stop man,
Am a king young soja,
Al baraka
facing blunts by myself
They wouldn't hang with me
They left me stuck on a shelf
Now I'm up
Now they be claimin' me
This shit make believe
Now they be
1.2.3. Joosuc and Epik High
1.2.3. We be livin' street life
This is street life
I was born in city
This is street love
I'll be mourned by
and move
I'm up early morning if you snooze you lose
I got hunnids, blues clues
I keep a smile it ain't nothing that you can do
Really finna hit 10k it's
a couple classic lines Figured I could take a crack at this
What's your name? K.C. Black I hit him with a hesi left to right
Where your man go? Pull up from
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