Lyrics:
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Barely see me when it's sunny I pop out when it's dark
See where I'm from they ain't expect me to make it far
But I give her rich nigga vibes
I got
motherfuckin killas)
He's a killa off Dayton Avenue, he's quick to point that glock at you
I catch you and I dead you, I got you if I shot at you
Runnin for
Musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head")
Original recipe but not from Kentucky
Bunch of nilla ass niggas
Throwin' bolos like Rocky
Pass the ism and watch
times
Breathe
That's beautiful
Ronnz from Berlin and shit, hardcore cat
Blaze your weed to this
This is dedicated to my homeboy Walter Jefferson
political my scales were never digital
I'm a normal cat from Irving, TX with no pedestal
I just know consistency as much as I know quality
Dranny would be
we from the same place
Four-hundred and twenty-one murders, ain't tryna be of the same fate
If I die and go to heaven, will I make it through
team winning
Been going in for so long
I got to keep the rhythm
Paralyzed to fake shit I swear to
God that ion feel em
Shuffle man had likes it's poker
the nigga, I try to get
a nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real.
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;
man that nigga garbage.
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet till
hoes gone back door
Free game lame nigga I could tell ya how it go
Uh Got it by default
It ain't my fault I could smash your hoe
Niggas beefing with me
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
myself lit
Pistol by the pelvis, King of Pop Michael
Niggas fallin' off like Niagara swearin' they hard no Viagra
Aye, pause dat, ain't come to play I get
on cardboard in the dirt
Chorus
He’s the mayor of Market Avenue
Not a politician and his skills are few
He got a heart of gold, that you can tell
He ain’t got
me I ain't hiding he know where I'm at
I drop a address gps it and come wit the gat
Kyrie Irving wit the strap I flatten ya map
It's 4th quarter now
me I ain’t hiding he know where I’m at
I drop a address gps it and come wit the gat
Kyrie Irving wit the strap I flatten ya map
It’s 4th quarter now
She said come on, and we got in the car
Took a little trip to a fancy bar (What?)
Got some gin, some juice, some coke
I tell ya, my nigga, this ain't no
Keep going, is you with it
You ain't got shit to say less you did it
You ain't never came from nothin' and blew with it
(But) who did it
(Yep) I did
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
The ghettos full of drug dealers
And ain't nobody born a killer
But it hurts the most
When your nigga dies, it hurts the most
Boom boom boom! Got me shootin'
enlisted
And I stay by myself keep the hogs at a distance
I gotta bad bitch from the city, she brown skin and quiet
But man do that girl got some attitude
television
Kodak Black I Got that tunnel Vision
They don’t wanchu winnin
Rather see you struggle
Interception fumble
Small circle in my huddle
Plays apart from
at the showers with the knifers (ah)
P Murda 'bout two cells down, he real righteous
Respected by the one-to-one niggas to the lifers (ah)
We got niggas wearin'
of this stress I aint got no reason
I gotta remain strong & beat the odds aint no weak in me
Cuz I can do all things through my God cuz he strengthens me
I
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