Lyrics:
Aye don't let yourself go be something more
Don't let yourself go be something more
Don't let yourself go be something more
Don't let yourself go be
hoes on ma DM's, that's the Ze style
Too many chainz on ma neck, that's the flex style
Too many bitches bust down, that's a gang lit style
Yah
Huh
(imagine that)
Future told Steve Harvey he don't want Lori
Joe Budden got caught stealin' from Mal and Rory (Joey)
The way that shit went down they all
my boxers
I don't wanna send Devilman to the doctors
I wanna win a MOBO, then go for the Oscars
There's only one Bassman
So I gotta lick down any
don't even take it slow
Cause any given day could go
And I could see my death date
Feel my last breath take
That's why I go and get it now
I be like shit
gotta do it for the hood, do it, do it for the street, uh
Dope in the trunk
Creepin out the cut
9 by the gut
Never get enough
I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
we gotta, put each other
Down, when there’s more than enough love
To g-g-go around!
So, if you’re confused about
Equality, or you, huh
Wanna ask some
Me
I'm Young But I'm Deadly Like A Pit
When I hear sick picture my owner ain't feed me
All That Talk At All Don't Mean Nothin
My goon squad ain't
Carrier They put that whole town on me
North to South I got it covered just a down homie
Now I can lead you to water but just don't drown on me
Still like
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
(Counter culture, we don't bow to vultures)
Step into the club, like
I don't even wanna be in this place, no
These people are lame
I'd rather
on some fun But I believe that I can have fun until I'm deceased Just please play this song in the clubs and in the streets I'm out Hook He said, ""I don't
it
I can tell by the way
You lookin' at me girl
I wanna make love in this club (Ey!)
In this club (Ey!)
In this club (Ey!)
In this club (Ey!)
I
It's OK, they're clean
Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the SpectraVision
And I'm just about to eat that
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
of friends
Probably go to places that I never been
I heard that voice up in my head again
Represent
Yo, ayo, I’m passing focus
I’m in my zone, fuck who
it go)
Fuck a drive-by, run 'em down so we know we got 'em (Hit 'em)
Know we chopping, test 'em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
All this money got
why don't you go and tell him you want to be a leper again?
EX-LEPER
Ah yeah, I could do that, sir yes, I suppose I could. What I was going
to do was
the culture
Straight bars sun my wisdom ferocious
Let's Go
See my third eye strapped
Mad wisdom don't need no gat
Let's Go
Sun this ain't no mystery
Knowledge
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie
With whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then
my pole on
Roll one up and get my smoke on
I know you niggas is lucking the drive I can tell by the things that you go for
End all my wars I don't
I'm turned up in the club (club), blow through the ceiling with my thugs (bitch)
They know that I don't give a fuck (wow)
Plus I'm strapped up, who
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