Lyrics:
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, you dynamic wingspan
The Power from
from what I'm spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota
Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are
fucking hurts IT REALLY FUCKING HURTS I punch myself as I’m thinking… (Rap Count 1) 1. 2. Fire on you 3. 4. Burnin’ what for 5. 6. No fire wicks 7. 8.
to your morals, my nigga, then we ain't no different
Told you I don't cheat on my bitch, this money is my only mistress
You rap about all them killings,
pockets (real life)
I admit it, I done took some sons from they mothers
Lord, forgive me, they was gassed up by they brothers
Metric ton loads, still
frustrated
For 29 years, no educated
High caded, 'cause you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
All you niggas I'm puttin you in
the way that I been livin' (I been livin')
Gettin' this paper, mind on my money & business (on my business)
Chorus (1x)
Level up (say no more)
Roll it up
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
outside when you heard my brother cry for help
Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
Like everything was alright
And a fight he tried to put up
For a silly gold chain by a chump (Word up)
It doesn't make you a big man (And)
To want to go out and dis your brother man
(And)
You don't know that's
weed, listenin' to rap
Take it easy on my brother Frenchie right here (Montana)
(Coke Boy, baby)
See, me and French
We go back like Cocaine City
from what I'm spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota
Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are
with a fire flame
I ain't never change, I'm still in my dickies mane
Blunts still burnin, no concern wit fake fuck niggas
I be doing what I feel is
Buck wild on the beat ion give no fucks
Niggas hating on me they like Seandro give it up
Well known over east playing with the bucks
Sweet meat nigga
status got you shook
a lot of crooks will respect my rap step kid I advise you not to look
Turn your head
Or you'll turn up dead
Put you to sleep
has jams, by the pound (c'mon, let's go)
[Chorus:]
Skaggs Nit'
Aiyyo I rolled up, in the spot that I rolled up
My ice glitter like hold up
All
went by too fast
(Yeah)
Spending my nights with the buddies, it went right past
(Yeah)
Had to make one more go, make it a blast
(Yeah)
Me and brothers we
special to rap a flat,
Puttin' his head
Inside the pavement.
Burnin' 'em up,
Just like a flame thrower.
Rippin' 'em
With the cool flower.
Takin'
bout me (No)
These niggas smoking og (Yeah)
I got the dope you ain’t seen though
I was just burning UV (Burnin uv)
They wanna roll up wit me (They wanna
brothers, sticked up don't try to provoke us
Know how shit go niggas pussy and kitten with whiskers, never lead by no action just posers
Ready for war when I
Pump up the volume, it's that west coast shit,
Marijuana on track, so you know it's lit
I got a fat one burnin in my right hand
Pass em to the left
let me out, no
They won't let me out (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out
They won't let me out (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out, no
They
looks frozen
Causing commotion
Added another lil notch on my belt
Money like Oprah
Brothers like Jonas
So many flows I can feature myself
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