Lyrics:
shells, That's 13 bodies
If I get bagged
I know my dargs dem got me
Hackney boy but i'm always in totty
Straight face shots
No legs
No A M charges Ms
Grew
get to me
I'm still the mothafuckin same
original, individual
That's bringin criminal tattics
MCs they all best run
When I be the one with the gun
Now
throat
Now I gotta live by the things that I wrote
Dealing with haters I get from the growth
Get me my deal, I'mma wait for a quote
I just be extra
I mix that kush with the purp, liquor with the lean
Dirty sprite, it got me on Jupiter
I’m so turned up right now feel like I got wings
I like my
think that it's insane To take a gun cock back and aim You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me) You know you can't play me
that gin up in my cup)
Got that bombay sapphire,
Sitting by a campfire,
Girl is sucking on me,
Like a God damn vampire,
Am higher than pompey,
B4
With the mix and the flow
I get faded on a low
I find peace comes with ease
Put it ready on repeat
There's no leash
There's a kill
RIP
By
chamomile
Wondering how the fam is feeling
These days it's just me and my woman
I'm working know my feet gone feel it by the morning
Scratchy recording 'cause
Back in the mix wit a FN
Back in the mix in my feelings again
Back in the mix wit some tougher skin
I was too weak but that's back then
He talking
opened his digital vaults
Now I'm toasting, spitting original flows
I figure it's better to be the better emcee
I grow by killing them foes
In discord
a minute, I just got some e-mail
Somebody selling twelve CDs for a dollar
Make me want to holler (Yeah)
Alright to the maximum
I don't need you to tell
head.
Oh yeah – I’m outta my head. [2x]
Original Beat by Kid Arcade at Kid_Arcade@Live.Com. Additional beats, lyrics, and mix by Fonso Montilla
some time to see
They always say better late than never
But I live by never late is better
Went from the DEZ to the REA
I switched up my game they got
shit
Shifting all these gears got me car sick
Traded out Mrs.Daisey
For a couple Mrs.Butterworths
Who made it worth my while
Now the leather butter
They all in my mix tryna figure me out damn
Mind your business
L4E Fuck your producer my beat is by my meechie
Aye tryna get in my mix and figure me
even the original gun charge
Which has haunted him
Now for years, is a matter of context as he
Sees it "My dad got killed in South Philly
" he explains
Where's the Zaza, spark the zegay up
Life been a lot so you know we so smoking heavier
Smoking louder
Blessing raining down on me but I weren't in
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
one
Original panadol extra she need
By the power in me I go give you the vibes yeah
I go give you the vibes yeah
living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go
Now, my next one,
got a fever times three for every CD
Bound to be the missing link
For those who want to meet me at the crossing
I'll be the one semi-flossing
With mega
heard this all before
I'm only one voice in a world of billions
And no idea's original no more
Please forgive me if it all sounds so familiar
I'm sure
Tryin' to hit a lick
Didn't nobody try to give me shit
I worked for it and got jerked for it
Got hurt for it
Still in the mix, these tricks never knew I
depressing to be an adolescent
Got two degrees with no job still stressing
How you play the game by the book and still lose
How you got credentials but you
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