Lyrics:
it on the low
Went to the notes in my phone n started working on my flow
Been working step by step and now I'm tryna book a show
They thinking that I
Till I got enough to make bank
Till my respect is earned n' paid
I've done a lot as the years growing older
But deep down inside to be honest I want more
nag-aakalang nakalimot ako kumusta kayo busy lang po
May sari-sarili na tayong daan takits sa finals
Mas gagalingan ko sana'y gano'n din kayo yeah
'Tol
Hey Aye It's TrustGangLilChris Aye
Heart Felt the album aye
Talk to em Trust
Trust Gang what you doing every day
I wake up and pray
And then I
This album was funded with dope money
Play me some pimpin, man
Y'all about to witness, One of 208's
Baddest motherfuckers around here
Now I'd like
of fazools
Know how I do, made man
Shouts to Thirstin and Meyhem
N-Y Giant, word to Strahan dZA!
Bronsolino we got this
Yo, I'm Greg "The Hammer" Valentino
prophezeit, aha, ich hab ein Auge auf der Street
Mit dem ander'n schiele ich auf die eins
Ich bin das Update, Upgrade 2.0
Hier in Schöneberg, Tempelhof ist
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Who me?
I take this open beat (Yeah)
I smoke myself to sleep (Alright)
Got myself for free, yeah, ayy
Made a left right up
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
[Yung Joc:]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
style de fêlé
Ils sont fascinés, puis t'es déprimé face à mon CV
Rendez-vous après l'été, ce n'est pas près de s'arrêter
Bientôt le nouvel album de ma
mir leid, dir noch
Zu sagen, deine Eltern zieh'n, yeah
Ich mach Drive-By in deiner Stadt
Rede nich' von Gangsta-Rap
Oder Pumpgun, weil ihr alle keine
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
we bring a jacket, man (bring a jacket)
Lose yo life to these women nah we ain't jackin that (nah)
We flying high to the top n you just a maggot, man
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin' through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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