Lyrics:
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
remix
I do this
New shit
Had to call my potnas
Tell em pull they Hero out
Told em - get em
Yeah I got a album
& I need a sound
That I'm lookin fo
Wit
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
can't get her out of my mind
I think about the girl all the time
East side to the west side
Pushin' phat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
could be anywhere you wanted
But you decided to be here with me
No coincidence, it was meant to be
Don't be shy, gon' let your boy get in
So you can
up them choppas, nigga, we finna go get at these niggas)
Shoot straight out the gym (why?)
Money on my head, price went up again (my motherfuckin'
(ah)
Flip work like gym class (ah)
Praise due to the highest
Sick sitting on Len Bias
Drug dealers was the heroes, preacher's was the liars
Can't
And all the false allegations
So here fill out this application
But I hope you do know heroes eventually die
So tell my momma don't cry
Cuz heroes
on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
a lover
Check it out, check it out, here we go, let me say it.
Tax on wax make the brothers wanna play it.
To the front, to the front, to the back,
(Brian!)
Wait
I feel a touch on my shoulder
I turn to the left and the principal's here
He says I'm late to my class
I hang out too much with my girl
But she
What you finna do
Ian Gone lie Girl Im tryna Get Into you
This ain't Gym class
But we can get physical
That's if you free
Girl tell what you finna do
to sort, money
And contrast mine and your's
When I get the bag, it's Michael Kor's
When you get the bag, it's child support
I gotta' figure out a way
hopped out of Crossfit, been trying to get ripped since the McDonald's ball pits
Whoopin on my competition until they forfeit
When you on the rise everyone
way
Lookin thick as a loaf of bread by legs
And u get at shakin the way the twista make the tongue play
And this is for tha love and the ladies
the mighty infamous
Always misbehaving and mischievous
Causing aggravation I'll never pause
Pushing out spit balls through plastic straws
(In class)
In
robbery is a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm burying ya bastards
Biggie Smalls ain't softening
Take you to the church
Rob the preacher for
East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in your mouth without
yeah)
Remix
Now this that sh-, right here
Bad Boy, baby (uh, yeah)
Janet (uh, yeah)
JJ (uh, yeah)
This goes out to all the clubs (the one and only)
yeah)
Remix
Now this that sh-, right here
Bad Boy, baby (uh, yeah)
Janet (uh, yeah)
Jj (uh, yeah)
This goes out to all the clubs (the one and only)
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