Lyrics:
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
that pussy
I kick your door down with the .20
I can tell you whack ass niggas fucking pseudo
Bitch boy I listened to your shit, your bar is too low
I got
the moves just had to Concentrate
Ain't have no hope, Still I had to get that money andele
Not into games
but if you think shit's sweet I guess I'm down
the game
Take it by storm now they see the flame
Way up we go we don't live the same
Way up we go and we takin' names
Way up we shot and we took the game
Beef
No steak
Man o man
Repping ends
Wanna make cake
Flip a full bird
By a box straight away
New garmz new stacks on
No games
Living in da ends like
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a nigga 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a - 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
Man,
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
1 pump 2 pump 3 pump 4
Tighten neon laces then we out the door
Late 80s style fashion block party what's happening
Bucket hat rope chain track suit
is Dollar ain't the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that
motherfuckers know me
Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel
Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real
Spittin'
coming in like surround sound
Everybody know my name all around town
All the money coming in by the pound now
No one thinks that imma go and slide through
to get with an audio no new chapter
You trapped to the track, you want more
Oh shit, I got you knocking on my door
Beam me up, beam me up, beam me up
ridin'
Got a lil' change surrounded myself by game
Niggas sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
that ain't going to stop me from grinding to the goal
First track only through the left ear
It took me 3 fuckin' years
To get this shit workin wit
the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin'
Got a lil' change surrounded myself by game
Niggas sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Del Amo, my mama still stay off Anna Lee
Carson across my belly, I prove you lost already
Roccett my big brother, Bishop let the door crack
Game took me
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
And shove that shit back where it came from, bitch get sodomized
Take it! Embracin my flame is dangerous tamin
This vacant game is insane, but my name is
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