Lyrics:
Journeys through stainless steel
My will'll cut sharper than any sabre will
We're bubbling like soda-streams
Syntax coming fresher than pot-pourri
real
They was counterfeit
Yeah I know I know I fell off
Now I'm back on my shit
Minor setback for a major comeback
Here we go again
Realist shit I never
and freedom by security officers
Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here
From the seller on the street to the people who build the road
C'mon
(Yo, we gotta gotta kill 'em with this one) alright
Check, check, check, check, check (get 'em)
Cut 'em undercover, timeless, ready for 'em,
huh)
Brought the ragers in here
Said they want me dead, bitch we go out blazing in here
This a GT, why u brought that Cayman in here
Bitches love me, I'm
gonna go when u die
I don't need to know cus im still alive
Nah bro you dead if u dont got christ
You dont got light
You dont got right
Im here to tell
pretty face
Shawty by my side like a runaway
Chilling with the fam like a celebra-tion
Cus we don't need a lot to get together
Them real ones stick wit you
the truth here the bullshit cuts off
This is real homie, no fake, no filler
One hundred percent grade-A killer
Something like the bitch that I keep in
this little thing here we call life
Like how we’re smiling in the day then locked away by the night
I’m on top of the world today then on the floor by
If I never see your face again
Ill cut you out like Heroin
Every time and time again
I need u by my side, if I never touch these pills again
I'll treat
Check check check one two
You are now tuned in to NightOwl Radio
And who are we with today
BL8KE G the villain
The most hated On Long Island
Not made
divorce, Hollywood divorce
And I'm a start
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I
Say their names
Chasing a Al Capone ghost
We love each other but poverty make us cut throat
(As many of you know)
Say their names
Emotionally
a hottie hottie
This more the a hobby hobby
She move that body-ody
But she wanna take it slow
But my heart is cold like roddy roddy
Wanna go chill by
the killers and tip em and tell em go send a few shots for a nigga
I been popping my shit, getting richer and richer
Pushing these bags, I'm right here by
whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's dance like FannyPack
And we cook the hard, cut the soft
And bring the whammies back
Mafio, bitch,
I'm smoking
You think we compare
Please that had me choking
Laughed so much I almost fell out my damn chair
Watch the throne
Got here by staying driven
here
In the glow of the night
Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you've begun?
Do you see we shall never be together again?
All
here
In the glow of the night
Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you've begun?
Do you see we shall never be together again?
All
run they mouth, but
Killers don't talk.
[Chorus: x2]
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggas got Ghetto Dope by pounds
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
remember in the 80's, me and pop would ride
Now we conversate on acres we's about to buy
He had already been what I'm about to go through
Told me ain't no
time (whoa)
Pass the licks, I ain't passing time (no)
Cutthroat, we on savage time (cut)
Cutthroat, we on savage time
Look, I'm taking out anyone
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's own are smiling cause
My soul is fine
I did
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