Lyrics:
(unda'=under)
An' we ah out dessuh a bruk our hand and our neck fi yu'
(And we're out there breaking our hand and neck for you)
We nuh work dem de ways(We
to the country with the work and a Impala
I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down
And I'll meet you in a week at the Claremont Lounge
I'm fittin'
Straight down the Parkway follow your nose to
A place where nobody wants to go
It's a fare and a half they're having a larf
Everybody's broken
Nigga, we don't post the guns, we do the shootin
100 rounds under the Draco, bitch, we shootin' movies
You gon' miss him, bye-bye, dawg, where's
the Tesla, she wanna take photos
Work by myself, I don't need no promo
I'm making plays like Tony Romo
Mixing the lean in the Four Loko
She gon' do it for me,
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
momma was doing the best she could
I was a latchkey home alone for hours
Entertaining my sin And my soul devour
Pick up by the cops at the age of 12
, down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
take you to the
islands yea
Trade the concrete for white sands yea
Tan up yuh complexion yea
Bun a spliff ease the tension yea
She wanna lay down by
bullshit
I need you under my covers before the night ends
Girl I'll put in all the work you know I like sex
Mix weed and champagne a nice blend
You like it
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From the down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just
Shot down to the pavement
Remove yo hat under the ceiling
Of this building
A rebuff from the usher of sorts
Deacons leading hymns rooted stems
Most
couldn't get too close to him
He get toast up any leak that's snipped by
Fishermans but not grieved
Indiscretion of men to lemon
So what I believe from slot
coming or I'm going?
Fuck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it
See a dead man walking, next election he'll be voting
Pimp on a track, mix
to give your life away while you're earnin' a livin'
These thoughts had stopped me from rejoinin' the work force
But now the situation I'm in, just seems
Told 'em "Sit the fuck down!" They ain't listen though
Used to hit the liquor store for a fifth and go
Back to the crib and smoke Blacks while we
THE ROcD TRcP THE BOWS
12 YEcRS OLD I WcS CHEFING COKE
STRcPS UNDER SECTIONcL
cCCESIBLE SO THEY CcN BLOW
EXCEPTIONcL I MIX THE DOPE
DORMS MIXING BLOWING
The less work I got on me, the better
Undercovers might blitz this bitch whenever
I used to play the block hoodied up
Servin' every car as they pullin' up
you manipulate
Why are there so many perks as a man?
Men don't dispense babies
So they avoid all the hassle
And get down to hustle
And hassle-free
jets, like Geno standing next to Ryan
These 3s under my belt, like i confessed that i'm orion
Trunk got 3 12s, scaring y'all just like the mayans
They
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope
Without weighin it on the triple beam
Fuck soda use be -12
Keep a stash for the tryin to take
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope
Without weighin it on the triple beam
Fuck soda use be -12
Keep a stash for the tryin to take
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