Lyrics:
bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Never fold
RSL that's the title we stick to the G code
We live by the same laws it'll never get old nigga
(Nah)
It'll never get old nigga
(And that's
don't need a hook
my flow so sick
shut up and check out the hit
now let me welcome you to southeast texas
land, money, pits
don't make me
to get by with a smile
No tears I'm a crocodile
Vicious so my baby my Dundee
Simply put she's the tamer to my beast
These fake fucks rise up my ass like
there/Pistol on the counter chopper by the stairs/I be makin' fee I be makin' fare/Get it poppin ni**a we can take it anywhere
Verse 2:
Get it poppin' ni**a we
open door how we go in
Wait
Why a lil nigga tripping, I'm trying to get mine, trying to stack to the ceiling
I will live out the frame, got my mind
call yo crews
3-4 Need to lock yo doors
5-6 Better loaad yo clips
7-8 Time to meet yo fate
[Verse 2 Pimpstress]
Some of yall niggas aint wit this,
Well
that said, you're half dead. Not that much improvement
Coming to you. And you deserve a life
I'd like to see you live it
But if it's more perilous by
how we do son / That's how we do when I'm with my crew / cruise by the stars in they cars, but they coupes / mines a spaceship design to fly the coop /
uhh
On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the number one crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I
these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that
Hook:
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front
tryin to make me flip on my crew
Go ahead and play hardass! live your life fast
Tryin to warn you, seem like these streets got you gassed
-i got a problem
Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind
a sock for you Homey don't play
Clowning you kids I'll fuck up your day
I've been declared brain dead by paramedics
Insult your whole crew act like someone
a breather or something
No, no, no, I'm fine, just get this done
Right, but this isn't theatre, we don't have to do it all in one take
Sorry, it's just I'm
And tell 'em let's go get this cake
All my life I ain't had shit
Man, full of bad shit
Once upon a time I was a child
Now I'm a savage
Society live
been a couple months and nah they ain't flew by
It's like every single day I had shorty on my mind
Like every single day I had a J to get by
And I
jon ja
Emi ekun bi ti abija
Were to ni manager
You and your crew in the club e dabi Power Ranger
Won de da were yin mo leko won damo ni Bodija
Eyin
thats just something I live by
1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m. tenth shot in the cup
By the time we
messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages
I swear you don't know pressure
Ask Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
get a bag or two
Hit the pack, get a dutch, get a magnum too
"No, No, no font" thats bad news
Told Spud ima do it how I have to
'Cause that Mil' coming
niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass roof
The blunt got a live purple haze in it,
and Polo sagging
I live my life, like I don't care
But every night, I be deep in prayer
Then I get off, my knees
And hustle, straight like that there
[Hook
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