Lyrics:
of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Phantom, Bentley,
like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in cause I'm all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I'm about
HA HA, you
the
inspiration to the song, and out of that came NOTB, and outta NOTB came the album. Hahahaha. Wonder
what the wife looked like? Hahaha, Jesus. I don't know, it's
run up and they all 'gon get stomped out
Watch out
We flashing lights like the cops out
We put in OT and watch others clock out
Holy spirit fall and air
at the table was part of the slaughter
Somehow keep it together
God and my mom
My team tougher than leather
Tasha and Ty
The tighter circle the better
Mick by my
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen
some numbers
I'm feeling like Pac without all of the guns
I still got em tho
Stretching the chops like a butcher, yeah
Alchemy got me surrounded by pots
Fucked up Chingy's song
Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
that's just what I do
cnd if I hit it you wouldn't notice cause the bitch is 5'2
Yeah I be out there by two cnd drop them kids off at school
Fuck keeping
(holla holla)
Nah, fuck that bitch
I'mma go three,
Stupid on the remix I'mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
I'm a Bankhead nigga, so
side (ooh)
Go now boy, get your vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun
Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun (gun)
Call me
Early mornings walking out in the sun
They show your every sin
Now take your place in amongst the faceless crowd
Judgment waits in the end
Betrayal,
shit, I push eject
Then I throw it out the window with the rejects
And when the hard core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass fall off
Cause
eject
Then I throw it out the window with the rejects
And when the hard core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass fall off
Cause ain't
the casket fall
You can catch me front and center out at all spots
All this paper got the drive way looking like a car lot
I can tell you niggas never call
and fam fed up by me boy
Knock, knock shit, bet they lock the door
Engaged but headed 'round divorce
She caught it, check my child support
Make a nigga that
rollin' them eyes and my major album is not even out yet
You bout to get fed in the bowl
Cause all you mother fuckers are just a house pet
I'm smackin'
Pity party like I tell on myself
Say I'm perfect, boy, you lie to yourself
I don't want no one to tell me I'm great
You can't kill me, boy, my flesh
to say
The homies talkin' about I feel they
Seem to be raisin' hell
My mom is bitchin' cause I'm in
And out of every jail
Feel like the way that's how
My
them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk
Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying
When they move that, more whip whop arriving
And my connect from
the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah
Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off
up for a milli
I seen Warriors fall by the achilles huh
I put my life on this
I don’t want advice on this
They can’t put a price on this
The pressure's
that I've changed
But really too much of me know that I stay the same
Wasn't focused on outcome with this whole album
I tried so hard to find my peace by
are you into it
Boy are you into this
Boy am I really the one
Have we ended or just begun
Lemme take a step back
Do I need to fall back
Lemme take
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