Lyrics:
on the merch
Another in the dirt
Its like / we don’t give a dam
We infected by the hurt
Infected to the nerve
Smoking on the curve
Quick to pass judgement
so
We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo
Make more scrilla by the mouth piece
Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me
Ignore
Welcome back
Don't worry
It was only a vision of the future like you said
Well, what did you see
Uh, let me explain
Uh, welcome back to the waking
broadside
Left you lost, my setups cross side
Grow my tracks out like a bonsai
Drop me the iron, it's time to scrap
Stop Foxy on fire, cinder on the track
I
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
I ask the lord to grant me wisdom for all the things I can’t fathom
I’m guided by intuition
I close my eyes and I listen
I know gold when it don’t
left me San Francisco was the one who set my spirit free
And if you didn't get my voicemail I'm seeing things clearer now but if I still cross your mind
drinkin' gin
Beat you like you be fuckin'
Up in school again
Beat you like you ain't take out the trash
Lay you 'cross my lap and beat yo ass
I don't leave
zone like Rae Sremmurd
On the radio check the antenna
I've been have bars like San Quentin
This me, KodeBreak, and Quinn
Ball so hard, mothafuckas
Top notch bitch
Got these niggas in they feelings
Told you I'm the baddest in the game so don't forget it
All you Instagram bots where the face with
Manipulated by common thought to change you think you'd better not
You're terrified (don't be afraid) for they can't cross you're palisade
And now it's time
Come on girl, tell me what you got
Show me don't tell me, take me to the hot spot
Creepin' I'm blockin, the time be so tockin'
2-T be so rockin, these
next up bro
People don't know about this shit
I'm bout to put you on bro
Shit's fucking crazy
I been lonely but been on my grind
The ones who know me
a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
He said "Can you swing a hammer" He said "do anything you hire me to."
"Now ain't you something! So
album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your
these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I stay stranglin, I don't need your help
If you gon' give me
Thirteen
1st Avenue North in St. Pete, Cucumber Creepin'
Girl, watch me bend it til you think it'll break
I baked a cake full of dank but don't be afraid
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
snacks
44 packs
Of Chili Cheese Fritos
Black Beans by the bags
San P. and Vitamin C
Im a survivor
Call me Destiny
And like a child
Oh I been acting wild
shooter
My protégé turned 10, he my next shooter
Mouthpiece, Jack Frost, who finesse cooler
My nigga told me once, don't you show ah ounce of love
Be ah
Fake smiles
Fake dials
But I wont
Put that shit on bounce
Cuz it dont match my thoughts
I'm not blowin yet so hit the snooze
Cross made a another one
wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin holidays
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
"the finisher"
Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple
Slick with words don't hate me, son
What you eat don't make me shit
And who you fuck don't
buying bots
So tell me who hot tell me who not
Must be Snow cause now mfs spinning the block
They call me Smoothkilla Snow bitch you know how I rock
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