Lyrics:
Crank it
Where she grew up there ain't no roads
Out in the sticks where the ginsing grows
She float down the river to get to school
Then her daddy
got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit
practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by
in a minute
Man a get served up like chicken nuggets with the ketchup
Know that the 'bré ain't kidding
Think that I'm joking 'cause I look young?
to death up in my casket while surrounded by my cabbage
What's my goal you can't imagine but I'm about to make it happen
Poetry I get to snapping spitting
(woo)
I get it but fuck all that culture shit
Disrespect my dead homie, I'm poppin' off, battle over with
Try to shoot the nigga up, cut the nigga,
what we came into we gonna stay blood
And whoever sleepin on it dem dat's gonna wake up
I need dough to feed me and my people
To get a pie and eat
Wait
Roll Up
I’m gone off Gelato
Kooln wit a lil thick chick
Who think she the shit
Cuz she drive a nice auto
N I’m just really tryna ball wit her
got we got Molly's and best shrooms
YOLO man we prolly gone be dead soon
I ain't never been a hater
Lift my weight I get my weight up
Hella weight boy
Shit stank
You say you ballin? Good prank
Don't worry bout what I hold (I hold) Big Bank
I told my chick when we up in that bed call me Papi chulo (Han)
Yeah, DC stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye To The
The Roc is in the building
And as far as I'm concerned
We about to bring that
Ayo look here ...
Who the fuck do I be? (Witness!)
Drops bangin CDs (Witness!)
Bringin heat to the microphone crush all touch all
Chicks lined up on my
Young nigga on that corner he tryna feed himself
He servin packs to get by that boy gone need some help
He poppin pills to get high he cant believe
background
And you gone try to pull the facts out
I Pull up with some chicken grease she back down
Back down
By any means we get the loot
My enemies ain't
backwards swereve in the jeep,
Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin for bleek
Bleek sleep, makin me sick won't answer the phone
Motorola Two
nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
so there ain't no need in your hangin' around
Just to make the hit with that chick
I tried to get
come up with a Mac yeah I'm so Steve
Nowadays bitches tryna crack got 'em ODing
Like how them hoes want to get it with L
They know it's cold enough
killer peeped him out flashing a knot
A well known murderer, check the ill plot
Call up Corey Buns, get him on the block
Niggas gotta eat, plus he front
basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest
outfit on
Gotta get it in
I'm slippin' in the darkness like most of the day is gone
We up all night I wonder if you can hang
We used to hang from
outfit on
Gotta get it in
I'm slippin' in the darkness like most of the day is gone
We up all night I wonder if you can hang
We used to hang from
order, 3 piece chicken with some fries
She won't even yo make food,
You eating noodles from last night
While you blowing up her phone, she tryna ride me
with you last week
Now you trippin 'cause your chicken went out and passed cheeks
And got a fast leak from Tecca Nina Katrina
Nows she right up in mi
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh
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