Lyrics:
played him close
Everythin' subject to change
Nowadays, the Compton Crip car
Kill each other
Faster than an opposite color
Homies whack out everythin',
Double down kings got the master plan
Speaks and Bu Bu on the track going ham
Look I'm about to go H.A.A.M
We goin H.A.A.M on 'em
I'm about to go
ain't right
They don't walk by faith man they walk by sight
They die by the knife 'cause they live by the sword
They don't give a damn about filling up
today
The other damn level today
The other damn level today
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin
..
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'ma throw myself
serious shit
..
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'ma throw
(hell yeah)
So I went outside
Realized I had to decide
Brown skin
Big smile
I saw that she was fine (damn)
Obsessing over women
It was made by design
Grew
close,coast-to-coast,
Shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I'm ghost
[Chorus]
Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands
With a machete I'm a crazy Eddie
to run me up Terry Bradshaw with the close line
I'm so fine
Can't sell my soul I don't own mine
A price was paid for it no Sofi
So I'm 10 toes down for
felt by myself it was God who was there
He remind don't fear like He whispered in ear
I was close to the edge while the Devil pushing
Then I took out
Intro: Ershaw The Rabbi
Shout out
Shout out to Kayinima Records
Play me close
It's ersh at 30 000 Feet
Kayinima Records (it's Ersh)
Verse 1:Ershaw
Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Stop jockin me, boy
Jockin me, son
Jockin me,
marriage
Niggas is some nasty creatures, bitches even nastier
They throw it at your boy and it's hard for me to pass it up
Freaky ho's licken niggas ass
don't need no friends
And I'm oh so close honing skills for the spins
I swear I'll ghost this coast, but I'ma be here again
What you know bout the man
rich boy who came to play
And shout it out to Frankie did it my way
I'm working smarter not harder it's like I'm driving on the highway
Getting close
the vision
It's the vision
Raks I do it
It's The vision
Pure ambition
Scales I ran through
Craving digits
The country boy
A flagrant image
Insta
wanna f you hear
Funny how this boy become a master
Funny how i use to play this game to the last card
Funny chicks use to call me bastard
The same
master, engineer, multitalented!
Loved by good and feared by evil
We will be who you can count on
Voltron Heroes
in my shasta'
Screens gone' be blastin'
And that boy D-12 gone' give
Me mix and master but it ain't no sea shell
Flossin in a v-12
Ain't worried bout'
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
pulled over by one time
And when the 1999 rewinds
Didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin'
Everybody's hatin'
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
facts)
Countin' all the fingers and the toes
Now I suppose (uh), you hope the little black boy grows, huh (yeah)
Eighteen years younger than my mama
facts)
Countin' all the fingers and the toes
Now I suppose (uh), you hope the little black boy grows, huh (yeah)
Eighteen years younger than my mama
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