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Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond
But now I just cool
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool
I
check
Got em rocking off i aint even get a mic yet
Guaranteed you aint seen nobody do it like that
Most niggas kill it im just tryna bring the life back
I
up off your path
I don't switch up I just laugh
Put my kicks up on they desk
Unaffected by they threats
Than get busy on they ass
See that's how
Angry motherfucker
Finna break some fucking legs
Bust your knees back
Crush your motherfucking head
Hang you by your nutsack 'till they rip off
a sign
There's no room for two of us, I gotta speed up the decl—
Shut the fuck up, I've had it all
Enough of all this back and forth
Going back where you
Like a diabetic
That'll have you pissing like a diuretic
I set it for the dudes that rap and dance
I'm a beast
See that shit ain't by happenstance
I spit
Would you ever say I love you if he didn't say it first
He ride the beat like a freak when he paying her
Love triangle with two Woman that's four walls
all
They wonder why i'm mad it's coz my brain been climbing up the wall
When i get my money stack it up you know i'm standing tall
I been tryna focus
Glorified by the chip on my shoulder, well I told ya (Well I told ya)
Imma take this scene by storm, only one way up
No matter what shape or form
No matter
from two totally polar opposite lifestyles.
Under normal circumstances I would be
Waking you and your rich parents up at gunpoint.
Demanding
Small Heath birmingham
Invasion Alert
Rest in peace my brudda' Depzman, 2Real
Large up Charlie Sloth, fire in the booth
Madting yO
Shoutout to all
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
could have you, now I wish you would leave
Got niggas payin' your rent, you keep a trick up your sleeve
Money hidden in the walls like it's insulation
Eagles fan from Compton
Tilting that wheel like he's a marshal
I'm two cars back looking thoughtless
Two weeks ago, you were mine
I leave a message when I
got the keys to the crown
Seems like we got the keys to the crowd
When the lights go up and the speakers are loud
See their eyes roll back from
like myself
I know I'm the hottest out, that's why I'm finna ice myself
I just made like twenty thousand off words I crunched up
I really came from
Verse 1:
Back at show and tell, I was backed up/
Misunderstood as a kid who acted up/
In Kindergarten, left on the outskirts/
Put outside, locked
Fuck the police mane fuck the police (Yeah)
Fuck the police, mother fuck the police (Fuck 'em)
First time I got jacked up by 12
I was 12 years old
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
Dance floors wall hangers if you can buck with me
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get crunk if you feel it
Buck wild if you dig it
Throw yo hood represent
it
And it cut my tongue off
But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss
Finally had to step out
I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out
you love that nigga
A sucker, sorry I never saw that nigga
Now I'ma have to [?] me a hoe or two
Pour a pint to get my mind off the thought of you
up, never let a hard time humble us
Double up, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (yeah)
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
Five, four, three, two, that's
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
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