Lyrics:
the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up, find your own
Your girl gonna give you
good for the week
Two shots of vodka got me off my rocker
Now I'm sitting up standing up
I'm good I'm cool I don't need no help
Her in the far corner
to God, I guarantee he send it back
Multiply it by a hundred times, y'all remember that
That's just a little jewel to get the monkey off your back
Uh,
again
Ripping the back off a pack and then stick it in
Spit it inside of a jar get my nicotine
Get the fuck outta my town man I'm sick of them
trust
Flights back n' forth to Paris
Turn me up I need lasers
Always surrounded by angels
Sometimes I can't feel none
Need to pop me a pill or sum
I need
more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave
looking for a cute sound
I hear rabbits footsteps all sound I drown
Breaking backs just to get back up
I got it but I gotta pay mike back fuck
I'm so broke
you get that
Dick head who just takes your full ten Deck and fucks off
But I mean live by the sword and all that
You'd then get home your mam's still
years like planet Nibiru
I'm back to visit again
I'm free most man are living in chains
I'm deeply in tune like 808s
I wake up high off life always no
finger up to the whole world
Let em know success be the best revenge, now be clear
And this is dedicated to the haters
I’m back off my hiatus, here to keep
ass
Now I'm up
Yea I'm up
Bitch I'm back
I was down as fuck
It's fun on the outside
But I'm stuck between these 4 walls
Line blowing up
But I'm ignoring
rushed
Nawh, I ain't with the yappin', but I make the gat go bust
Keep fuckin' with us, we off the danger-ous
Show you the meanin' of Ash 2 Ash, is just
four weeks (brrt)
(I'm just freestylin', bitch)
Chillin', I got Wocky' up in my body
Chillin' with Aki, he ridin' with Tommy
I hop off the jet,
fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die
Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian
got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour
Why'all faggots never knuckled up before, bitch
[Chorus 2x: fiend]
We don't give a fuck
our competition
Like where was none for us
Shit got board
Back the to hood to the thugs and fiends
Sold crack in the hood
Took my money
And my
When I'm up just give my privacy
Think it's best I'm a bit mo conscious
Wants what's best for u
I guess we got some in common
Aint none tell me this shit
time she think about this dick then she come back home
Member I was up out on my shit getting my mack on
You was right there you was by my side to lean
fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like the polar cap
Flinchin' as the hits misses the baller's back
Pushing packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck
two, by three
And last of all, with his bride's consent
Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made
your compass throw you way off course
We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero
Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
Durable physically
they had to do with it and brought it right back
Juggling and hope they don't jam you behind a wall
With a plug with family behind a wall
It forced
(WRECKM)
I'm back again, I returned from the wall
I overlook it now, I am too tall
Now I have all the time, I don't have to stall
And the space has
a rat
I'm on the attack with my baseball bat
That one rap brought many of us back
All through my house I set up traps
It seem like the rats have a map
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