Lyrics:
boy I hold it down
I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good
I been trynna teach em how to trap
But they ain’t been listening
Speaking on a game that they don’t know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal
standing my way
It’s different type of cloud that the boy cut from
And you don’t wanna go where the boy come from
Cause the boy drop ceiling when the boy
You put your fam on your back boy I feel ya
Put your hood on the map boy I feel ya
You ain't got to say a word boy I hear ya
That shit you talking
R.I.P. Ty-Ro may he rest in peace
He died 9 years ago when his album released
I'm not sure anybody heard it when it hit the streets
It had a cute
they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sense when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance
by storm
And got all kinds of people buying our album
You ain't gon' quit now you gotta think this through
I got ya back for real son now stop acting
'T COME KNOCKIN',
IF U SEE Dc BOcT c ROCKIN', BOY DON'T COME KNOCKIN',
CcUSE WHEN U COME c KNOCKIN', U GON' STOP DE ROCKIN',
VERSE#4:
MY SON KNOCK ON MY
I dey take do so my album
Every song I record ɛwɔ number
This war started that's his son
I was the boy born by chance
In a world my dad harm is done
your money and
I don't need your advise I will sleep on the street and
I'll just roll the dize
Living day by day like the real rockers do,
Practise for
down we don't even gotta try
I been staying up I been living my life
Everybody swing down from the left to the right
10 toes down and the Hands
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
(Four Quarters)
(Man my boy Joc been doing this music shit for a minute
Boy keeping the foot on the pedal
He ain't stopping no time soon man, don
on the low
So they can brag to their friends that they
Dissed me and I didn't even know
But you can tell by the tone that they know
That they don't stand
granddaddy was an alcoholic and it killed my mother
So I told myself I would roll up
Vice grippin like a choker
Life told me Game Over
You're not solider, boy
't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
No ay seguro en esta glock boy.
Cuando quiero yo hago pop boy.
Con un mixtape con un álbum.
Modo bestia shit is hot boy.
Repetidos como un iPhone.
harder than a motherfucker
That's crazy
Be on the lookout for a new up and commin album
The new 3 6 mafia album the last to walk
I don't know if it
I know you're by yourself
I know there's a love for us
For all our accomplishments
This is beyond our sin
I do not want this shit
I was lost boy
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
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