Lyrics:
liftoff, picked off
You, nigga, let me see your Draco
Say you got a crew, boy
Your whole clique soft
Drive by, put that K out the window
Hold that
down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up
down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up
enough
They looking for fame but to me theres no rush
So they lying to niggas acting like they tough
I know all you niggas your shit isnt credible
Turn up
speed, approach follow my lead
Firewinds gust, empire crush
Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush
Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul
always get paid never by the hour
I devour any fool who tries to step
And fuck that fake ass crew you rep
No regrets I'll just buy them all out
Money talks
And the princess scream out, "Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!"
(Cinderfella Dana Dane!)
But I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame
(Cinderfella Dana Dane!)
Yes, I'm
these peeps seekin out the bane of greed find the fang of grief instead from death Of infamy
Spark a flame of kief let the lames fall beneath the mother
at vidya games
Somethin' I'm moderately ashamed
Silly boy humor paralleled by nicks
Somethin' we say to get our kicks
Habit put to bed 6 ft under
My
wanna let 'em know how the mighty would fall
Days at the start line, simple, fragile, frail
Somehow the dark room washed out their every detail
When
Boy/Girl (girl)
Boy/Girl (girl)
When a boy meets a girl
Boy/Girl (girl)
Finding out
I'm finding out the things
That I've been talking
Of the recession. Friday night. Get out all that aggression
Teddy boys and mop-tops, new romantics to punk rock
Soared high in the sky, then back to rock bottom
Or so
they see your post but who like or share by the way
is fucking mental wash fucking focus fear no more
Fake fall, deserved fate Forcing the fakes to fade
been ready)
So you can take it where you want
I'm kamikaze wanna try me?
Suggest you don't
Ooh, I told you, boy, I'm riding the donk
Ooh, I got shooters
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
that my boys eat
If you getting money then we got the same taste if your mindset broke fuck out my face
Rather spend time in studios then trying to beat
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
“misfit friends”
No crawling back to me, keep your apology
Get out my sight, get out my life, enjoy your infamy
Here’s a lesson you won’t soon forget
I’m
Time to let disguises fall
It's time to let disguises fall
It's time to let disguises fall
Welcome in the rain will it wash it all away?
When it's
Yeah
Don't be so blind by the money cuz' it's looking painful
Stumbling over the dirt need to take a new angle
I'll do my best but I'm trynna put
music, they distributing happy meals
Could never be Cloud Committee, or even Guerrilla Guild (Never, uh uh)
New to the game, boy you still need Infamil,
She remember me
It don't matter cuz
Black boy, breed greatness
No interested, in infa-my
You can keep all your sorry ass sympathy
Just watch as I
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