Lyrics:
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
streaming numbers bouta grow,
And if you wanna help i suggest showing your bros.
And if you got a dream you should make it into a goal
Never let nobody tell
On and on about Circles, God, 23 and 666
If persuasive tactics had ever actually worked
You would've been able to stop
When you got to our imminent demise by
over strength
I talked to God the other day, he said he got a nigga
So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink
It's way too real
The shit I'm
breath in the car I thought
At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost?
Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in
the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
start the cycle again.
You chase the fame always thinking that it’s a game,
It’s a shame now, you’re known by your number and not your name now.
Forget
Said I wouldn't wife a girl again, this shit is ironic
She a fatty, that batty, got my eyes on it
Check your arse, I come fast like supersonic
overload
Man PK dey loose control oo
Oh my kiddo meena
Me go fight for you like john cena
If you want I go take you to madina
Shey you know I got the keys
fuck wit Ricky but it's long live my nigga Cardo
He got set up by one of these hoes I swear these bitches shallow
Can't look his killer in his face cuz
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
you ain't got a clue
What you had in me, too fine to see
And I don't really wanna be, baby
What's the reason you want me
Girl the truth is you
cool, when I been friends with you for six years
Plus, plus the crew and we can Google picture proof
Got my phone number too, you coulda called me
But
I know a lotta niggas think
I got a lotta niggas
There's strength in numbers but
There's honor over strength
I talked to God the other day
He say he
on clientele like what you need where you at
Two phones one for business numbers good hit my jack
I lost too many soldiers what's the price to pay to get them
with me
If you tryna vibe get high with me ya
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I
she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, number won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
Who?
[Some bitch:]
So I figure you can give me your phone number
And I can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something
[Monoxide
Who?
[Some bitch:]
So I figure you can give me your phone number
And I can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something
[Monoxide
her diabetes ain't recent
Oh Lord next time I get an Obama phone help her to be at home
Still alive so I can tell her something decent
Passed by
the gang
We gone slide slide slide
Bro hit my phone ain't no question
I'm gone ride, ride, ride
I'll go to war with anybody
Long as gang by my side
We ain
gotta go hustle
Every year my numbers triple or double
But you know my name isn't Russell
My circle tight and I keep me a couple
Double 6 on me in case we
till eternity
By the way that was the reason why we were made
I might not be the best rapper
But having God is more than enough
He blesses me day
decided what I'm standing for, I got my manual
It say rule number one just show love continual
For your God and neighbor even as yourself
So I can't hangup
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