Lyrics:
One, two, three, four, five-trey-five
Ses Fac players make the party more live
Thang, my thang, I keep my mind on the G's
Blanco (ki-ki-ki, ki)
the, fuck all the fuck all the cool kids
Girls never really gave me two fokken looks, I never really looked like those ous in the books
More Horatio
by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out
Then I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped this
listening to kids bop
I knew my only option was through hip hop
Coming from the bottom to the tip top
My cousin whip the pot will smith with the chris rock
I
in the club
I try to two step, 4-fifth can't budge
So I'm posted in the back while I'm twistin' up bud
Got some hoes in the back and they sippin'
what you think
Cuz I'm a motherfucking god, You ain't convincing shit
Shoutout Flightboss for helping the kid
Now my spirit is big
And I don't truth seek
you shop for that lil bitty bop for a ring
I can’t cry bout a hoe I adopted the pain
Light em up turn that nigga to big spliff
I can’t be number two
feeling villainous
Hoping one day I'll catch syphilis
Maybe by then I'll be chivalrous
But I'm not there yet, so suck on this
Sprechers all over my fucking
Yo welcome to tape 2 everybody
I'm so blessed to be back with y'all, man
Shoutout Stew, Stew the glue obviously
Putting this, putting this thing
and step)
Two-two on my leg for a paigon's head
(A head) i got mine and Tizz got his
So trip and fall in? You might get cheffed
(Ying, ying)
There's a reason
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care,
Look, cross your arms and bop like this with me
This one time I had to do it, but another time
First time, I ain't really like how I did it
Yeah,
It's like 1 step forward
Two steps back
Over and over just like that
Right now working for a living is killing me
This overtime ain't making my kids
Ain't no fading
So what ya gonna do?
Grab the microphone and say a check one two
The kid's solo
Unafraid of any crew
'Cause I'm the type of brother
family pouring his ashes just like it's lean
Cuz he spoke up on the gang now its two up in his spleen
I don't play with kids
I don't play with kids
Youngin
to celebrate
So here, we brought Tom Hanks
Too soon
Yeah, alright my fault
Keep it running
Step one, you admitted that you had some struggles
With little
on her desktop
Feeling brand new, move with the fresh bop
I feel the hate, look at you tryna dress up
Far as now, I still fly hard brow
Low tee, far
,
twos more than enough
I'm a young kid,
going through a lot,
I'm just chasing my
dream, while you steady rot,
trust- I gave it too easy uhh,
trust, my
up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem, even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
"Is
two years five months and 30 days later
I still put out the street flavor
But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear
Awoke me up the ways
Ha Ha Ha
BY
It's like every time a mf takes a step forward
It's like taking two steps back in this bitch
But life goes on
Dissociated
Huh
Huh
Yeah
off of Sephiroth
The most powerful being that you ever seen in your life,
I summon a meteorite
I been the man since you were on pedialyte
You step in
off of Sephiroth
The most powerful being that you ever seen in your life,
I summon a meteorite
I been the man since you were on pedialyte
You step in
thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggas hush or get rushed
Maybe one day
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