Lyrics:
mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
My competitors never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
(where they at?)
Pussy boy, you don't get no rep off doin' drive-by's (facts)
Ace from the west, how he clicked up with the east side? (How?)
He ain't
broke boys
I swear y'all some broke boys
Disrespect me and my boys, you won't speak again, boy
Disrespect me and the gang, you won't speak again, boy
Love
it around
For good luck cause I've never had faith enough fuck that.
I've never had faith
Boy was jus like me
Never had faith
Fuck that
Fuck that
Never
Black boy black boy I ain't really different
I'm just done getting fucked by the system
Grew up from a crack in the concrete jungle
Till we popping
The future AI better practice boy
I be jumpin' out the box like an action toy
Wanna battle but you soundin' like a backstreet boy
Yeah I want it that way too
the valley with the shadows of death
My homies gone so I'm walkin this valley all by myself
We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
play for keeps
Shit get muddy like a dirt bike ain't nun sweet
Play coming off da turnpike I'm on da backstreet
Serving niggas unfamiliar boy you gotta
I'm home)
(Under the street lights, they turn night to day-eyay)
Rollin' through my town
Windows rolled down
Hit the backstreets
See them boys actin'
Banksy
Stamp
And if you say so
I could be your boy with a halo
And if you say so
I'll be the face in the morning
That you know
Oh oh
Smiling like Colgate
and the pussy dem ah drop
East side, my side, get the whole scheme locked
Circle dem endz , all di time like a clock
Last boy diss get dropped by my glock
One
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
confused
The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof
Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent
Ain't got a deal, but I can tell
to gain a smile
Listen while you hear it
There's no pink in my slip
I reckon that the rhythm and the blues in the rap got me red
While the boys from
every week
You be talking that bullshit the backhand you'll meet
You a boy talking backstreet on me
Push the rogue why u walk on your feet
Burn a raw an I
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
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