Lyrics:
I'm smokin' my cigs by the pack
I got me a lot on my neck
Enemies down in my plate
Money in place
If you wanna talk put a bag to my face
We gettin'
here
You people love the shit I pop in your ear
You gon' love the shit I do to hip-hop this year
You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this
my growth
I value people close to me and that's my biggest oath
And to my brothers nlyb that's fucking quote
I'm working hard to get respect by all
that hip hop
Listened to greatest and that shit flip flopped
Bitch
Smoking on that gas and it got me in a leg lock
The shit I say
Is the shit I do
hip
And hippies hop
Please don't let this flop
Cause I can rock all night
Like kid rock
I work hard
So there is some sweat in my socks
Man I am the corn
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'
I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer
Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s
Tennessee
And didn't know hip-hop was in us
To all my vets in the game, I got love; stay on your toes
'Cause back in the days, I used to use your 4-5
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
like a disc jock
I need the type of paper that Michael Fest got
So I gotta grind hard for this Hip Hop
This is what I do it keeps me alive
I gave my life
okay baby I got some faith in you
I drink a lot cause I do think a lot about all the occasions I had when I laid with you
This ain't a game I do not want
at the car lot God damn
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
Strap on my
specter
In a new dimension
I love this new invention
Mix with meditation it releases all the tension
So hop in that car don't have to go far
Pick one up hit
and me know me baby daddy ya Binti halal how you wild 'n out
Macey a spicy Latina so me hardly come mild
Just true me mix up West Indian style
But we all
Sitting down at this mic by myself
You know at BasedWorld Studios
Feeling like this
Motown but on a way different level
Real hip hop
Some niggas
But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport
Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up
Bitch I'm back and I'm better
They say Jayy boy you cold I might need me a sweater
Wish a fuck nigga would ima spin with that metal
He mix fake ass
cage
Look to me like Simba, much praise
Now my homies wanna start a group, well shoot, why not
Give what we got to take every shot in hip-hop
And you
a picture, get expressive, spill emotions on records
This a vision, a mix of wicked thoughts, hard work, and a lot of passion
Ion’ even know what I want no
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
You look pretty today, baby, what you smiling at this time?
You got a nigga hooked like salmon on the fish line
Smell like baby powder, strawberries,
a violent approach
And I don't know where I'm going
But I ain't going alone
Hip hop's my home
Fuck anybody sitting on that thrown
So
Welcome to the catacombs
and on every block
Shine ya MC Lyte strong for hip hop
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain
was down on my luck lots
The point broke off was stuck in a tough spot
What's sought after the most is something I've got
I've gave it enough thought
We
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