Lyrics:
saint laurent
High step it to the trophy in my Stan smiths
Spend all my winnings on a shopping spree (shopping spree)
Got the prada and the louis
finally came
Brought to you by Murder Dog Magazine, Magazine?
Magazine like my street
15 years in the game and I still ain't reach my peak
Be on the look
punishable by law
If you make more than half a million
You make over five hundred thousand a year
Sam want thirty-seven percent of that
Which is almost
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
five years they coming to showings
I knew you in yester-years, come on don't you know me
Heard you got a couple bands, could you really show me
Always
statements with every sound
Married my craft on my 25th year
Now that's my partner for life that's my dear
Oh that's my boo
And tell me who is quite like us
Yall very
Funny if you think we would do that
Carry piece like a Buddhist
If we the ones you gone shoot at
Some of us 9 to 5 trynna survive
With
Fuck a nine-to-five
Made ten by like 7 something
Running off on gang? yeah, okay
He know Heaven coming
My Caucasian shooting, yeah
I think he JJ Redick
It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said
what time it is
Year 06', caught a jux and caught a case
Face a 3-6
Tell your honor I plead the 5th
Ain't no witness ain't no case
Got my co-defendant's
waves
Like I'm from Hawaii
Got the dick hanging
Out the forty-five (Brrr)
XD gon' leave 'em mortified (Ahh)
Take big risk I was born to die (On God)
Lost
fact
I can't even sleep right, starin' at the gun
Should be staring at the peace pipe, hard to see what peace like
Forty-five, still get scared from
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
eight years
At least I got good time, half time in
Now it's halftime
I'm kicking ether like Nasir
Not here to be liked
Came to redefine control of a mic
[DukeDaGod]
Before we get into this Killa Season
Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal
[40 Cal.]
Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker
Gat to your
your mantra
3-2-1 go!
Forty-three defend us
Forty-four unite us
Forty-five save us
Forty-six will keep us safe
From the extremist preaching his Bible
Cuz' I'm rocking 40's and shorties
Them 40 once bottles on me
Take this glass and take a shot for the homies
I'm a man of god but Jesus all I want
recordin', I would've been with him that night (hah)
This for my niggas that ain't make it out the struggle and it's real
I keep that forty on me in
Billy Long was 20 and still in his senior year
The upside being he could always purchase beer
Anytime he found him himself short on cash
Or needed
Saying F 9 to 5's nd quotas
Coz the economy & governments are broken
Let's not speak on TTIP
These corporations negotiate with greed lips
Over the years
A-Rod blues Bell Music by the way
LaGuardia High School representing
New York U, Clive Davis 2-0-2-0
We ain't nothing new bro straight up, check
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
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