Lyrics:
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See, 'cause in my life there wasn't too much highlights, and f**k if they respect me,
I'm just getting by like,
I don't got no time to be
leak shit, grind with a pen
And try to line up with the pen but it's up where the nosebleeds is
S-K, the forechosen to cut 'cross
The last rapper for
a pharmacy tucked in my coat
Opiates and exotic fully pure can't overdose
Imported from Germany crush k crystal in my nose
Import by the pound runtz by
Spark it up
Baby, let's spark it up, now pass it left
Spark it up man
We smoked the best
Spark it up
Now pass it left
Spark it up
Yeah
Shit, yo,
Cartagena had to rise to the occasion
All by myself nigga!
Linked up with the R, linked up with Ashanti - the rest was history nigga
Platinum plaques man
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm
on
Any nigga in the way we'll pull that k on
Fill his clothes up with holes tell
Him get his J on, yeezus
I'm too rich to be this reckless
Spent two bricks
by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cashed out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I
just steppin' with racks
That boy talkin' crazy double up on him with K's and Switches (grrahh)
That boy talkin' crazy, lit up with fire, the gang you
Bustin' mega ultra super, ahh ahhh! Holy crap, ahh!
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! K.O.!
One-up, power up, already leveled up
Options set
from W K are Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR Love
We gon' bring it out by special request
For TR funky Love
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
spittin' venom ever sense the days U-G-K been rappin'
And talkin' about puttin' diamonds on the wood
Pullin up in a old Cadillac before I got some thangs
flight
Whatever nigga step in your way, hit his ass with the K
And leave his body where his children'll play
I cook somethin up like Emeril's kitchen
I put
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Stand up
C'mon everybody
Stand up
Stand up
C'mon everybody
Stand up
Stand up
Had enough
Ride the wave
Never afraid
No charade
Remember words
M.L.K
Wells Fargo Dolph, I got paper everywhere
She gave me that pussy and fucked up my whole world
Count my first milli and it fucked up my whole world
Up
IV
Mix Engineer: Rydell West/Ric McRae
Mastering Engineer: Buruo Zhang @RSS Studios
Released By: RollDice Records/FeelControl
step.jad
I be
boys got Glocks, dem boys got K's
Dem boys got blocks, dem boys gettin' paid
Big D, Big D
Edge Hang, Edge Hang
Big D, Big D
Swat Dawg, Swat Dawg
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick
Uh, snapback, nigga, back up in this bitch (bitch)
Throw 'em by the hunnids, watchin'
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