Lyrics:
a minute, just did that
Take a step back, fuck them hoes
Oh wait i just did that
So now in a tight loop, fuck LJR I'm Luke
Lookin' past the view, I smoke
I get some pussy 'bout 2 times a day
No, no
You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks
Go, go
Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
I'm back in the game now, copped me
uh...Michelle
Ah what the hell, just put out the word
Any hottie with the nerve, Richter said that he will serve
Graduated high school back in '95,started
Now where it's at?
Muthafuckas claimin' to be thug
Can't see me on shit
Whatcha happen with banana clips
I've been dead, been back
Right in
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
want I get that
Type to break you down
For a Kit Kat
Got big dreams
So I flip rap
On the back burner
I mix crack
Cuz it's so dope
When I spit that
It'll
Your CD get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
Cuz, I like your mix tape cover
Looking far too late to turn back the clock
Now my thunder got your ears unlocked
And my lightning got your eyes in shock
Mix 'em both at once, you get
happily ever afters, uh
Just broken families forced to start new chapters
A natural disaster, the cycle, in a loop
And we caught up in a rapture
Not
never going back to them old days
Back when i had no car to get home aye
All this trauma got me stuck in my old ways
Im trying to move forward and be okay
slide
Gotta get that bitch right, want him dead by midnight
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out, I got
the applause if you ain't live the anguish
You and your vision up at three am
Two hours of sleep before you clocking in
Then you right back, cuz the grind truly
ain't get his gwop
He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up
He said: "Nah Los,
all in it
We're going back to back (Back to back yeah)
See I ain't going back broke
10 Toes down by any means I'm a make a way
And I done been down
a strap
Precisely that's how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backs
See I'm way respected in the rap industry
Cause I skip, spit that real-life type
who don't care if you do
Are you the type to get excited by a molecule divided?
Split an atom in a fraction, blow a nuclear fuse
Are you seeking
That shit hard, I don't care what nobody say
On another level, rapped out
She just wanna fuck with the name for the fame
All in the mix tryin' clout
the mix yeah we sick like we got the flu (Uh)
Nigga I'm dedicated, black and educated
Meditated back to my roots
Dripping 16 flavors of marinara, put me in
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
I just can’t hold back, I just can’t relax
Backstage in El Dorado
Sitting with my fishing pole
In a dressing room consumed by
My gang of wishing souls
like me
Niggas sweet diabetes they type b
If you aint trying to Shoot nigga fight me
Yo that midget got saved by the bell
Stay with a bitch who look bad
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