Lyrics:
down on no one (No one)
Got lot of features I met more dope artistes
You can't knock my hustle even with a glove on your fist (Oh yeah)
Mehn, It's been
an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bi-
Don't take sh- for granted, and don't take sh-, give it
Only bull you should take
why you're back but don't rap the same (yeah)
And you're lookin' way thinner
'Cause your hunger got you lookin' like they took away dinner
Sugar Ray
lightening,
over half a million dollars in Diamonds for your excitement,
every other day there is a T.I sighting,
I pass by flying higher than gas prices,
im
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
immortale
Try to farci male we are in due sicuro
Stronzo ti deturpo la faccia e ti torturo
In the restaurant, in the topless bar
ITP is in the back of your
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
gauge
So back up, don't play me close
Most boast to be the best, but you can't, and will never
ever in your life, come close to a mic, assassinator
I'm
you back to my spot
but we still got a little more time to rock
so won't you dance with me, dance with me
I see you looking at me
I can tell by
spreading the lies
We in this together I got you just stick by my side
Got your back, don't, don't worry
Got your back, don't, don't worry
Got your back
and it's comin' to your town
It's done by the people who can really throw down
You don't need to be a queen or a jack of spades
It's done by the brothers
to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me
blood on my Fazos (Okay)
Sure, them niggas gave 'em lines of the Karo
(Wassup)
Watch the boy pour it up in his Faygo (Okay)
Got the blade, oh
Where your
Got you leaking dripping
I’m caught up in your wave yeah, (Caught Up In Your Wave)
Flipping through your ocean
Then you reach back and I save ya, (Hah)
banging
Ori mi tobi but ko to bi ti banky
Just joking
Man na bad man
I go by the name hypeman saqua
And i got my man here d'wessy
It's a mocheleche
Told me you gon ride
Said you had ma back
Said you by ma side
Now I realize you a devil in disguise
I see the rage vivid in your eyes
I ain't tryna work
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
huh)
Hear the metal it's your death ceremony
(Woo Woo)
Got more bodies off the ring than a matrimony
(Brrah) haters mad, the goat is back
They steady
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
Desire grab a bottle and go below your waistline
Feeling TI inspired you can have whatever you like
Got no time for a thick no ass smooth back bitch
The fears in your brain is clear when I appear on the terrain
and bloody your nose
I got more lines than co-CAINE that's why you sniffin' around
We diggin'
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