Lyrics:
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Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
served by the sender
I got a rambo short like my temper
Felt like Rashford up in the centre, still fling bash and buj in the blender
I jump in the trap
sisters that I call my tribe
Livin' a high on a funky vibe
Step in stride and all think the same
Play differently, but all the same game
Don't eat meat
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
my centerfold
That my baby, man, she never leave
Got her hangin' with my kinfolks
She want everything, I know, I know
She got Chanel purses by
everyone learns (to)
BASH - BASH THE FASH!
Germany in the thirties was the same
A life or death struggle - not some kind of game
Learn at least the basics
fatter
When I'm cookin' on the track I be mixin' up the batter now
Who's badder than Spider on the mic
Everyone if you mean literally right
In this game we
your funeral for
Your game's dead inky carcass
Baldi's the hard hitter
Bar spitter claimin' the market!
If my protégé had been
Assigned an art display
The game's hijacked
(Yeah don't they hear you, brother)
Yo, the rap game's hijacked
(Word)
I'm talkin 'bout a hijack
(Say it one more time, baby
And we could joke around
That's fine by me
Don't have to talk it out
Just tell me what you really feeling
Can you just tell me what you feeling
Don't want
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
Maybe I ain't never home enough
Maybe I ain't with bros enough
Baby say I'm with the bros too much fuck
I'm looking for results by being overproductive
petals in
The bath water, mayne
(Mayne) and one important thing
A lioness ain't meant to be tamed
Now, baby, that's game
Dreaming at the front door
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
you though
Crackin' jokes and shit
I even still got that video of you and Bash when we came to see you a while ago
And even though you may not be
Don't lie while I'm by your side and
Don't cry, know that I'm your ride and
Go fly, it's not where you reside and
Go by, go and take your stride
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
the park
My baby wasn’t home – n’ I felt so all alone
He has to work all night - so he won’t be passing by
He said: “I love ya, you’re my girl” and “You’re
the park
My baby wasn’t home – n’ I felt so all alone
He has to work all night - so he won’t be passing by
He said: “I love ya, you’re my girl” and “You’re
Uzi, ship me to Africa, right? I share rubies
Due to the night up on my behalf
I threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double bash
Duffle
ship me to africa, right? I share rubies
Due to the night up on my behalf
I threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double bash
Duffle pass,
badly, ain't even wanna slump you over
I got a gangster bitch, I'm a gangster nigga, she know how to hold me
I'll stick the dice game that my friend
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