Lyrics:
daddies, sherm, high
Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, cocaine yola, bloody sheets
They brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets
perfect timing for me to flash my
Freezer??? like a blood diamond
This is hip-hop rhyming
In it's truest essence
'07 Roc-A-Fella veterans, in them new SS's
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
sleeps in LA (no sleep in LA)
Every year
New phone
New goals
Cracked screen
Broken dreams
Fallen icons
Got my dirty nikes on
Don’t wanna be perfect
I’m
F/ Mr. Hyde
[Mr. Hyde]
Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split
Niggaz turn
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Jackson, she's
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
yo bitch ass
Cause if you believe in fuckin niggas, you's a hoe
And the Peter man can't tolerate hoes so you gots to go
Mr. big man, Mr. big nut
Got
by the colors of the army!
Yo you in the wrong hood better knock on wood
Gold chains and gold rings you misunderstood
Trace back and look back you
from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne!) Got the remedy rhyme infinity
Criminally finna be some shit
I crack you open like
Yo, law is it cool if a nigga just
Get fucked up for this one?
Yeah, Mr fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin'?
Puffin'
crutchin' if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean)
I be reppin' in yo' section me my nigga Dean (Dean)
Ghost boys (Ghost boys), in a Ghost, nigga
crack
Hard or soft livin' boys and girls packin' yo shit
Let it off
Niggaz who floss out here be takin' a loss
It cost to be the mutha fuckin'
'em with the crack pot
Then I'm 'finna beat 'em in the parking lot
As they forgot that my alter ego can hit a jackpot
From a one shot slot machine
I
Mama use to tell don't worry bout a thang
Just keep that 4-5 wit and perfect yo aim
I been thuggin' since a hit
I'm talkn E.B.T
Dropped outta school
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident
Yo, crack the Remy Martin
For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me park it
I think big like Diddy office
I fuck a ho
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
Aye yo Anthony play that shit back
Remember in the days when they all pulled that trigger
That shit put me in a mindset back to December
Took me
Hustle Hard money Stack
Sell that dope sell that crack
Sell that pack sell that gat
Sell that pussy holla back
Hustle Hard money Stack
Sell that
Between you and me, I can see in yo' eyes
Wise to the next, stay in checkmate (stay in check)
Your Green, getcha Gold
It come between me and you
Will
a buck
Who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what's going on
But by the time I reach the hospital
They tell me Mr. Cheeks
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
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