Lyrics:
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down
Movin through life at a high speed
Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
I can see
nigga gone go for sure
I don't trust dese whores
Dey cheat on most ah Dey niggas 4 sure
Go getchu sum money starting drama
U niggas be bored
Live by da
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
to the passenger
Four niggaz dead in the car I laugh at ya
Now I gotta see, pull of the ski mask of this nigga that was calling me
I guess it's kinda sad, a tear
for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing push ups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
like usher with this work I can move a mountain
I had work on me at school meet me by the fountain
Four lines left just like this verse
Now it's three
Hello, we are the Horse Hunters
A group primarily composed of four individuals
From distinctly similar and uninteresting backgrounds
We have come
made without a cleaning hoe
No freestyle but this joint is a freebie yo
I dead mic's no CB4, I'm dead nice
You meanies Joe, where do all the heroes go
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
to end it
By the time the car sunk
My pregnant girlfriend was still in the trunk
and I was still feelin kinda drunk
The ambulance came and they put me
It was 4 AM, we both lying on the bed
Lights dim, room smelled of cigarettes and roses
You sang, like a nightingale
Your gaze, warm and euphoric
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
a lot, I'm broken
Five simple reasons in my life, surprisingly I abhor the clout
Six cars: four Maseratis, two Lamborghinis, homie, sort em out
Seven grams
rum up
I'm a find me some new p****, and buy me a Four-Runner
I walk wit a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from tha back so hold your butt
no cars
Some Tesco's bag on their head
When it's raining family
My family are some money making family
Start behaving family
I turn in the electrician
out brodie hit his bitch, shit
He prolly gon' cry
If it ain't the five-seven, shit
It's prolly four-five
RIP Hutch, look at the kit, shit
You'll prolly
we would lock and write 4s
But I would quit this rap shit and drop it for the right cause
Break the code then it's lockout, he can't knock on my
we'll see a conclusion here tonight
Man I gotta do it right, cause my third albums in sight
Bring it back to that boom bap for album four it's only right
four years to just put out an album, B
See, me and you, we almost had the same outcome, Heath
'Cause that Christmas, you know the whole pneumonia
Ooh, lil' boy got that heat
Everything big dog status, you know what I mean?
From the jewelry to the cars to the clothes to everything that we
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
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