Lyrics:
(No way, Hozay)
Bitch, we sellin' fiends, we
Ain't sellin' dreams, yeah, ah
I don't want your body, get
Up on your knees, yeah, ah
All them shooters
greed in our people
Nobody wanna see a nigga come up, niggaz act trife when you're coppin' C-Notes
Gotta roll with my heat close by, Hating ass niggaz in
were talkin' shit
Man, fuck Tha Free World
Yeah, fuck Tha Free World!
Mic-a-di-microphone check, motherfucker
I don’t really trust her
Booty with
cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out
a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
thangs I Hoo Bang
So more niggas, more bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers
Show niggas, Recipes, hoes, guns and funds
Blowfish, big tits,
Cancel the apocalypse
cartons of the milky way with pictures of a missing planet
last seen in pursuit of an American dream
this fool actually thinks
pushin'
Space racin'
Earth quakin'
Jesus freakin'
Serial killin'
Cult crushin'
Net surfin'
Networkin'
Fast talkin'
Gun runnin'
Fun lovin'
America
the right
I've been
Locked in
I know you suckers been talkin'
Take your top ten, rob them of oxygen, lock them all in a coffin
In this race ain't no one
the reason he bled Posted up he upset Red on my shoe got blue on my back I Dont care If you O imma G from my set Sendin em 4 and the other 5 fled If the gun
Show Me a Vein
1,2 1,2 and you say New York City (la la la la la la)
We got Mona Lisa, Chainsmoka, and DL in the house tonite
It’s Triplebeam baby
Got my shit right
My life
A vibe
Every after noon I'm on a drive
My city mine
Check the city lights
Gun shots by a few blocks
Over there they sellin'
do what I say so
Uh
Got my shit right
My life
A vibe
Every after noon I'm on a drive
My city mine
Check the city lights
Gun shots by a few blocks
me like I'm weak
Cause on the track
It's a murder homie
I'm talkin' third degree
Bitch it's a money splurge
I'm comin' first
And you won't see me
I'm
Know what I mean?
We in LA though, know what I mean?
Sitting low in the coupe, you
Know what I'm talking about, nigga?
Hold up
Roll a spliff in traffic
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your
La Vie!
(nigga what?!)
[Verse 2: Phats Bossalini]
I got it planned out
day by day clutchin my fifth
confident
realizin I've sinned
that's
Should be in photography
With all of my great shots
C'est vrai, I'll leave a smoking gun
But by the time you've found me
The job is already done
All this
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
my first show
Headlined my first tour
But still got a ways to go
Life is coming fast but the money's coming slow
And labels mainly judge me by how many
on Instagram by the beach but I know she right down the street
They just be talkin', ain't makin' no noise money keep callin', it fuck with your boy
I know they
I'm gone
I really don't care what anybody thinks
I'm like Going Mary
This ship can never sink
Pops looking down proud
Cuz I got Big Dreams
I did it by
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