Lyrics:
the kill
Ya see recruited by the greatest for
Harmony and poetry labeled as a G
For those who don't know of me
Correction after cause
Matin' girls after
shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all
lookin for a lick
Be careful we don't end up in yo shit
That's dem Miami boyz 305 till we die
That's right motherfucker let's ride
Remember that new chico
copped a dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son
the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
the roof onnit big backwoods filled with pack
Came straight from cali right here to the ave
To the ave
Im a florida boy you know where its at
Im
the fridge
And steak in the oven
But could never explain the
Cocaine in the cupboards
And while you was raised by your cousins
You see, I pray for my brother
I
been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even
Francois:
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chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
well at least I'm not on trial
Underestimated since a child cuz how I had it it wasn't providing
Mobbin' down in Tampa bay the Florida boy on a private
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
and the knowing?
LO$T LOVER BOY
Where have you been? (Where have you been?)
I remember way way way back when
(This that theme song shit)
(This the theme song)
(All
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
as an outcast, outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about more (hey)
Gettin' raw 'til the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers
to a true G
Had a taste she want more
Uber rides
Stacks super size
Racks of packs
Got your boy
stupid high
To the point i have to come
Down
just to touch
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
a Czech boy in a Canadians world
Rolling up a fatty, it was not well furled
I'm ahead of my game
And you already know the name
Can I get a K-N-O-W-L-E-G
Florida
She say she want the condo by the water
I'm glad the racks came in, I let her count the front and backend
You know I brought you here let's not
Don't double cross triple G he ain't playing games
He never seen your face but he'll remember your name
He'll put you in your place he's deadly with
everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast, outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about more
Gettin'
To the sell by date
But the standard will evolve once
I found my place
You're gonna remember my name
Dead Silent, straight out the insane asylum
Trying
'Cause you don't walk like a ball player
You walk just like "Yay, I'm happy!"
You know?
But I know he can sing though
The album, the boy's album is nice
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