Lyrics:
on road, tryna get that roll
Tryna dodge these hoes, like I dodge poe poe
Screaming fuck my foes, devil want my soul
But it aint for sale, cuz I aint no
of
Niggas get knocked start singin like an
Opera, swingin with the coppas
Gettin niggas
Booked cause the crackers got you crackin
Like the raw when it's
it wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My
an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked
Thick with an ass
She is a Betty Shabazz
Pretty as Coretta Scott
All that I got, she got the face
Ain't got platinum plaques yet but got a platinum AMEX (SWIPE!)
You boys better chill or pop a xanax
Talkin' down on my name say it with your damn chest
with it, I'm telling you
Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
I'm disgusted as a fan, look how niggas sounding, damn
Weak
I move with my brother
And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm done with it
The meter leave way on the fast
out with kidnappers and jackers
Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin?
It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action
Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front my pump built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay
up the sequel
(Get your back up off the wall)
Sometimes we do it like this, sometimes we do it like that
Sometimes we say it with words so you can
coner them they will do it
I seen bout it bout it niggas get a bout it bout it bullet
That's why I sell crack and walk around with this heavy gun
Bag up
and permanent housing
I run with a falcon, a tree spotter taught me accountin'
I'm 'bout to get these white people caught up, in they bed of lies
Webster
popping shit
Lock it in nigga
Mag-numbing niggas
Get fucked up
Stretching shit naughty by nature
Nigga ain't it obvious
I only rock the AF1's
Cause they
it wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My
like they gon' die
With the mindset of be broke or let's go get high
If the cost of livin' so crazy how we gon' get by
Gasoline five dollars, how
I do my own thing
Its either money, pussy, weed
When the phone ring
But I'm on the clock
I gotta speak in codename
My employer trying to
Get me in my
and give it right back
For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans
Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Ams
I'm at the premiere
a bunch of crackers and some snack meat
They better have my skrilla
Cut it out with all that funny hand jive
Will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass
Rest in peace George Floyd
Breonna Taylor
Ahmaud Arbery
And all the senseless deaths
By
Police brutality
Can't stand for it no more
Gotta do better
with commas
Bringing rage from up outta me. One threatened my momma
Asked his name, but no sound to me. She know I’m ‘bout drama
He’ll get hit by that 44
up?
Yeah cause some bullshit huh
Crackers always try to lock us up
For some motherfucking shit they've made up
Cause to them ain't shit but to us it's
And I'm still him
Yeah I'm still trim
Poured another six today
Like I'm still ill
Seen dude get shot in his face
But I'm still chill
Bullet missed me by
Tyson in his prime
Num num num num, chewing on your ear
If it's so hard for you to understand and hear
I'm the West Coast Cracker with his hands off
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
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