Lyrics:
respondi ao seu direct, não reajo ao seu react
Nego, poesia não é rap, seu cdf
Eu sou agora seu inimigo íntimo
Produzo beats dando muito chute no seu
tlile bar' ba trapa
Nou ba re senyetsa rap
You niggas need prevention
This wackness is getting outta hand
By the minute
You niggas are a distraction
a word"Smith" with the Haynes name
Even if I'm not "Major" like Wayan's "Payne"
I'll become rap's Guilty Pleasure
And my Pyros will blaze me FOREVER!
'Cause
I gotta keep focus
I'ma get to that bag
My soldiers we rage we ain't raising no flags
I cut with my cutter you die from the slash
I hunt me a hunter
I've been thinking I could be
One of the best I swear to you I guarantee
I've been thinking one day
We could get away
Man I'd love to say
We made it
clways wanted to wear a crown
Wanna smile dont wanna frown
You hating me then you a clown
(verse1)
Middle school soccer team wanted to be the best
hostin' different ghettos
Different sounds each night
No drive by's in caddies
Clocking marks
Up on the east side
No kids with 40's
Shootin' dices under
doing time up in rivers when he came home
Now I'm waiting on a nigga for the get out of line
No drive by we jump out and dump where you grind
Excuse me
Paris whassup, whassup? You’re now rocking with the best y’all
It's amazing, good to be back in the industry
Shame on my enemies they can't stop me
fall, before I do pop
No six feet underground
Till we six figures on the ground
That is the prophecy
That is just me trying to build up my legacy
Spitting
slangin
Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin
What do I got get high for, what would I lie for
And what would I die for
Westside is the best
and the rap game married
She always looks so good to me
No matter what she’s wearing
Love is just a word
That shit ain’t got no meaning
Whenever I try with
G'eah, ha ha hey real shit let's go
J-O-D-Y, AKA the Young Gunner, Gunner
AKA the Best Kept Secret though, what it do
Ha ha yeah, A Town to H Town
know me I lay you down slowly
Take a step back cause I aint your fucking homie
This new me ya’ll can’t handle me
Fo rap –I’m Academic
Fo Me der aint no
the beat drop down and you rap on point
I had just touched down got a brand new joint
Fifty K for the best let me get that first (Wait)
This that, this that,
opps fuck it Ima slide
Plenty of nights homicide on my mind
I'm plotting my blueprint & checking the time
It's deeper than rap this ain't no intro this
Oh oh, uh uh oh uh, uh uh
I just want you Lil' mama
(Bitch) , shoot me that ass back (Ass back)
I can rap 'bout you and I
Know that you like that
fragrant
No sweat you can call it messi
The way I score with ease I'm tekky
One eye, yeah I'm being fetty
Man get hit when I spit its deadly
I do rap rap I
Father God, Father God
Hope you hear me cuz a nigga got a problem
Ain't making no money from working at a job
Can't be wasting my time steady working
balentis unidos
Tudu parti di mundu nde ki nó bai
Nó tem orgulho di nó bin di láa (2x)
Estrofe 3 Rap “King Dre M.I.C”
Mpada kubsek, gundi gumbeli samble mé
Yeah, check check, testing
It's clear out there? Yeah
It's like I'm hang gliding over the hood, ha
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
Check, let
you breath
I don't mind if you lay with me
I don't mind if you cry with me
Just don't leave me
Don't leave , Just don't leave me no
Don't leave
(
right on brother)
See how low my chain go (right on brother)
Sit back and watch me work my angle (fuckin right on brother)
I was the best even before
pulled up on the scene
And we looking so damn clean
Dee Zee is Luigi
And Cory is Ms. Daisy
Mario's played by Fen Zi
Yeah you know that is me
I'm doing that
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