Lyrics:
by the seven where them drills bring joy uh uh
What you saying about the score? forty-three that's the opps maybe add a couple more Uh uh
You're kind
Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late
So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up
You're hungry for a battle, now it's time
screaming "Die motherfucker"
Never showing mercy cause that shit is for the weak
I rhyme with my glock and knock a nigga off his feet
A young nigga, shorts
ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off
this subject
I feel erect, coming for the beat, you hardly off your feet
Computer screens when you speak, no need to tell you to seat
Water your own
eyelids
Sacrificing whatever it is to see my greatness
Someone better get me off this waitlist!
Jk, I got it
Sublime Prime through my whole life
I was busy
driftin in yo block and make a mess nigga
Get off that fuckin porch before you dead nigga
I sag my pants in yo white neighborhood wigga
Fuck yo old ass
and found
I think that he
(Fell off) , I think that he fell off
I'm not even gonna lie
Think without you we'd do better
I been running to the money
Like
and found
I think that he
(Fell off) , I think that he fell off
I'm not even gonna lie
Think without you we'd do better
I been running to the money
Like
this game, and I'm known to beef
Real slimeball, they known to creep
Catch 'em down bad, knock 'em off his feet
Grim reaper, I say, "I see nothin'
the same fit like a dead man
Yeah, my money always greater, never less than
You is six feet down, you hit the dead end
Yeah, my choppa on a date, yeah,
bound by your own breath
To the thud in your chest
No one else
Or they’ll
CUT YOU OFF
CUT YOU OFF
From you stoop
Gonna cut you off
And throw the rope
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
they all wanted me dead
In loneliness I found some friends
I touched the knife without amends
Betrayed by those I thought were the best
I lost what I
the three
You niggas really not fuckin' with prayer
That's what's gon' leave his ass dead
I let nothing catch it, now that shit's too bad
I might be
(I don't) know what the fuck anything is dawg, that's how we do.
Okay, okay okay
You better flee "Hops"
Or get your head flown three blocks
Leave you
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
tits
Where, if you work five years for a company, you'll get an extra week off
And displaying the rainbow flag on their churches, shame on such leaders
wit you? And your sister Precious too
I’m proud of you, did better than I expected you to
Although I knew you was special when you was smaller
That’s
me somethin' to eat before I'm gone
I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9
Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time
No one knows
feet under roses
Hear what I'm sayin' I need all my bread
And dat little pussio yute Kyle dead
Cah couple months back he put hands on my sis
And I'm
Yeah, You heard what i said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
Life aint cheap
You're better off dead if you can't pay the fee
mother's walkin' around packin' a .357 snub
And many cops dropped dead
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
'Cause it's
F*** a 9 to 5, ‘cause in my vision I'm seeing lime
Light bounce off the piece around the wrist, that's a Casio
I see the tweets, but they're still scared
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