Lyrics:
It's one of the crazier stories we've heard of, guys (I know)
As it's unfolding it's like
Fuck Tory Lanez, okay? Now, I'm from Houston, and he's
But the white man didn't care, shit
He didn't have to wear it (uh-uh)
The scratch that he had, he got from his parents
With his tight ass, he woulda
to dance tingo tango
I let my left right mingle mangle
To your jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw
About to lay some
the man that done it blud
I hope you're feeling terrified
My boys loved Depz small Heath had to ride
Black tick certified blue tick verified
God damn where
Son is still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
He's
and Glocks
The ends hot, couple man been shot
I was fiendin' some niggas that stuck, to hope that he dropped
Old block, one-seven, it's us
I give all
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
on a train
Yeah, you thought that he was gutter, so they found him by the drain, surrounded by the grain
You know, they found it in his brain, and bullets in
the object of your admiration
Imagination is what they lack
It stops niggaz from gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is
up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin' on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten karats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister
to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten karats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister
came after like he's outta his mind
Givin' threats like he wasn't the one crossin' the line
And as the moment passed by the little homies had arrived
It's the energies I'm blessed with
And now they watchin' like Netflix, had me doin' next shit
Tryna get rich, but what's rich?
Took more losses than
bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)
Bitch, I'm on demon time (bitch, I'm on demon time)
Got my dawg in the cell, so it's free
to dance tingo tango
I let my left right mingle mangle
To your jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw
About to lay some
to attack 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park
Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks
It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin' down
can't live wit' it
And I'm a keep it comin' long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at ya neck, I'm hearin' them cheer
E-V-E is what they need in they life, I'm
my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
I got main bitch E, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writing bars under two sheets
I
niggas up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot, the D.A
Yeah, that
Picture me rollin, baby
Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on
Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me
dungeon, and summon up the second comin'
People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by
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