Lyrics:
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
friends?
So how are we supposed to stand up to them?
By the time you hear this
I'll be on my next album writing timeless lyrics
cnd some rhymes you cherish
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what
care about the police
I know you heard about the single
And you know about the album
That I'm about to release
That's why I'm in Paris
Taking pics with
still playing my old shit
But your shit is like the police asking us questions, nigga we don't know shit
Flex, nigga I'm just flexin'
Niggas never
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's
My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud
And her palm on her gun
Just for blastin that ass
Actin insane for the platinum chain
And her new album's
In this life I've seen everything I can see woman
I've seen lovers flying through the air hand in hand
I've seen babies dancing in the midnight sun
In this life I've seen everything I can see woman
I've seen lovers flying through the air
Hand in hand
I've seen babies dancing in the midnight
I'll love you like I've never, even loved somebody
I'll give you things you didn't even know you wanted
Don't tell me that it's not enough
My time is
38.4 seconds in and im about to kill the flow
Hop in my car, tank almost empty, im about to go
Album been teased for a few months, i hope you ready
in my rope now
I'm on a roll now
Got me doing shows now
And when my album drops, it's certified gold now
Woah now
My pockets on swoll now
Hold now
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
day
So I took my Chronic album and slept in the hallway
I learned this the hard way, when police came our way
My daddy had his act on like it never
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
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