Lyrics:
you finish
In the crowd tryna throw distractions they don't want me winning
Traumatized my dawg might cross me I just hope I'm tripping
They only care
kill everybody
Always hated how everyone judges all my hobbies
I'm a god
Bitch
Doin' what I want and I won't stop it
Smoke em' like a blunt
Let a shot
the spot my bitch say okie dokie
I'm down for a banger, but sometimes I want it low-key
It's a crowd full of people here but everybody know me
She must
of sight, out of mind
Your voice by itself, made me tingle down my spine
Even here in the present, I just wanna make you mine
In the past you was hurt, know I
that good Kush, I feel it all in my bones
Stop all the talkin', I fuck her then walk it out, everybody here is doing the most
I feel like Lil Seeto, I
when to quit reaching, cuz y'all really geekin'
Everybody want some type of bag
Designer make a broke nigga start to have
Money make a girl want to throw
day they say i got a disorder
I just think they want my money insurance should be free for everybody in the country
Bitch I’m really road running so i
VERSE 1-
Yo RealEstate
Cook em with the base
Ima cook em with the rhymes
Heavy times on my plate
Pork rinds want to fork mine
Come and get
the right decision
Everybody aint yo dog, you gotta pay attention
My man said something shiesty, I just sat and listen
You better close that backdoor before
use your brain
Everybody got a gang
An they all just sound the same
I'm not tripping I'm just sayin
Just be different don't be plain
I been out here
Cars, clothes, cribs; I need all of it
Pronto, quick, anything that I want
I go get, don't try to tell me nun
You don't know shit
I'm rollin' up
in the
Waters they're for sharks
Now everybody want to be quoting Marx
Less of the bite, and more of a bark
In a world of fakes, here's what it takes
I got
I got mouthes to feed cuz they can't feed they self, I need cash money homie a plate of exposure wont help.. I got
Probation want they bread
Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's
Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me
Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican
Listen up here's a tale about a white kid
That had to make some cash
Dropped out of school ain't never went to class
Sold a little grass, robbed
stay tight.
Gimme the keys to tha bentley that's right.
Hope u ain't forget I'm still da baddest
Ya'll hoes knew what I had before I had this
"here we
four nickel, the one by the tweeters
He went to the trunk, daddy wake up to beat him
Say, "Here go, my Glock, this one old, you can keep it" (ha)
something exclusive then it's not a semi
My window not tinted
I want you to see all the jewelry I got all my shit goin' digi
I'ma unblock everybody
now's the time 2 try (Come on y'all)
CHORUS:
Get wild! - Everybody up in the place
Get wild! - It don't matter what sex or race
Get wild! - All you
man John right there, man
(I just want to see more life from you, you got alotta music out there
Everybody running around talkin' bout, they this Unit,
Yea this right here
Is going out to all them girls out there
That did me and south wrong, ya know?
Tell you a lil story its the reason
Love,
surrounded by despisers that's intoxicated
Cause all of us are gang related,
Later years fully gettin' there
What do we have here?
One day every family
surrounded by despisers that's intoxicated
Cause all of us are gang related,
Later years fully gettin' there
What do we have here?
One day every family
who really running shit
Now you know who running shit
You rappers on punishment
Popping dog niggas they be lying on their brother dick
Everybody
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