Lyrics:
on your sport channel
Take off the do-rag replace it with a thinking cap
If you didn't know, tell the bro he should have known that
We here for one thing
Hot dammit I feel like Tinashe
The weed and liquor got me too on
I don't want none of my exes
I be fuckin' with my new jawn
Stop by on her way
Perseverance, see the fake hustler rapper to them it hurts to hear this
O you went platinum ? yeah that?s nice, now let me see you do the same thing twice
New
of music is stupid negative garbage
Not even music are you serious not only listen but how can you live with it all and follow these damn muppets
It's
love
So just be cool with us and we won't give you a fuss
Cause T2A and me is gonna make a new hoarse like bobby and the Joyner Lucas
We'll make
the men two to one
Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son
The nightlife ain't all that, but that's okay
I don't need to be distracted by the devil
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
When we go to war, we make the evening news
Fuck it, I'm just doing what I need to do
Grab the whole load, I'mma keep a few
We have the same dreams,
true fiends, old school style that's how we do things
Born and destined, hands on many investments
Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back
paid, and can't a damn thing stop me
See, I'm tired of this poor shit
And who the cops? Well they can suck my motherfuckin' dick
Cause all them
Losin` sight in the war
You can slice it down precise
Shit`s trife around the board
[Verse 2]
We in this thing together
Tryna build the same cheddar
smooth (Smooth)
Country talk too (Too)
Get-getting hot in here
lemme shake and move (Move it)
Never with a crew (I never)
I'll hustle by myself
Cause
a detective
Radio active
Think about it
While I draw my spliff
I'm talking you and ya crew
Show dem there's something new
Something you couldn't do
Learn
feast boy
J2 and your boy Loopi, no horror flick but the shit spooky
Bet my life like a damn movie, every night got a damn groupie
See where i'm from,
and the battle with us
I know that Black Lives Matter, and they matter to us
These are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation, mass incarceration
I can feel death calling me
I can feel death wanting me
Okay, okay, okay
Hold up wait a god damn minute
Two years thought I reached my limit
Had me
the chilling
I must be skipping damn
Say what
Swear Imma do whatever it takes
It's time to get your heart pieces back into place
See the love I got for you
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
how I feel,
You started out with two, same as my crew,
And now you went out and found yourself another busta,
Made it even harder, to make the change
I'm the truth in the booth and they can't keep up
hardly cause I always hit em with a new flow
And the two door with the coup low with the Hublot
off
and opium, numb
Someone plays 2 Pac out the jukebox
The bartender slacks off
I swirl my glass for some new rocks
The record skips the records skips and now
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
to the streets, want a war with a G
Live at the gun range like my name Chief Keef
Say he got beef but you ridin' two deep
I'll knock a passenger to the damn
finally make it soon
It's catching up everything that I have to do
Time flying by and ain't a damn thing new
Like no
I wont ever quit until the circle lives
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