Lyrics:
You ain't stimulated, you manipulated by a hater
And he hate it when you rehabilitated
If smoke is the evidence, you takin' His benevolent gift
but hey
I ain't too much into Phillie's
But split a Dutch and I'll re-fill it
And I ain't friendly, so nope, ya can't hit it
I smoke good trees
Yo
that’s why god chose you
If you wasn’t gon be you then it was gon be me
Afterall we live and die by these fucking streets
I can’t wait for the day that we
A homie
Eyes riding low
Surrounded by this smoke
Glass of jack & coke
And this is what I wrote
Look around me it's real
My homies they know the deal
Give
When I'm on the track ya wanna slow the pace
Cuz ya can't hang once I broke the wave
There's no killing my momentum when I go forever
It's like I hit
know I try, stand by, don't you know I try
Won't give up on you till the day I die
I've been around about six years or so, tried to stand up on my feet,
your data and when you're all set
Put it all together and whatever you get
It's new math
What's a bag of chips divided by five,
Well that's
ya skin
Split decision like the axe head you sink or swim
To be the fly in that ointment it's floating in
Or to the sky lift your voice to acknowledge
eyes and wonder
This a nightmare or a dream
Split it two
You
Split in two I wait on you like
My mind torn by thoughts I knew why
Waste my time while you
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
it's my turn
I give and I go when I get that drop like
Bitch it's my turn
If He want war tell em he can die
Like Bitch it's my turn
them niggahs that's
Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
the beginning
Down in the blue damaged by the new
Beyond the tide far from all (far from all)
But this is us this is life
It's suicide
We're all ten feet
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
it, get-get sick spit
Clip spit quick split shit hit kids women
Oh, that's your girl, huh? Well, I just hit it
It's A$AP nigga, live with it, swag
dead but I'm gone buss it
With a shot to the brain my head gone split, But if I do it myself I take credit
All the way out the hood, Where I'm headed
Off
can't give no bitch my heart, never head no time to heal it
And I swear I love my plug, cause he always vacuum seal it
I just caught another dub, and I
we'll no longer be
oooooooooooo family split by the sea
He came home to a hero's welcome with medals on his sleeve
But there was only one thing on his
cards
Here's the watch that my Grandpa gave me
Here's the key to my car
Mister give it a whirl
But please don't take the girl"
Same old boy
Same sweet
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
with love
In love with you, in love with life
You get me high, my only drug
You give me time, I give you time
I give my life, we split the the price
We
testament
Been told by reverends to pay attention to the devil's tricks
Isn't it evident why they're looking so devilish
Holding their crucifix like it's
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Slippin' through my shit wonderin'
What hit's it get
Even before the flicks I was always
Hit to flip the script
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