Lyrics:
my cuz just to get off them P's
If I pay for this flight she gone get on her knees
If I pay for this flight make her do as I please
I Might fly to my
Wooo wooo! [in background]
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola
[Verse 1]
Mearle maire, club muchacho
I'm in this bitch like an IV
Sucking me up like a Hi-C
Shawty give brain like an Ivy league, yeah
Lil shawty my side piece
Said that her man wanna
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
superstar, I came here to move the bar/
Up down 94, towndown buyin bows, pump pounds by the load/
Flood towns on the low, punch clowns if they owe/
Einnie
Guess he bought you that Birkin huh
More, that's all I wanted for us
No problem, you said that you had got it for us
I ain't want to end up bleeding
dime
11 grams when i het high
I duck low 12 breeze by
Get it right cause its fuckin time
Im goin hard cuz i need mine
Im gettin higher than them tree
a ratchet
Put a nigga in the casket, dead body with some maggots
Pistol on my side, p-p-pistol on my side
Young Nola bout to ride, let me do a drive-by
Padre's cashin' in that overtime
Charcoal grill, Friday night
Styrofoam cooler stocked cold and light
Just gettin' by
Watch his young ones run
slit by my cross bow
I throw low blows enough and I cuts like a Ginsu
You want to hoo-ride, do you know what you're gettin' into?
I don't think so I
have seen me back in high school, they had some shit to say
Thought they was the shit 'cause they had shift jobs at Chick-fil-A
I was thinkin' R-A-P
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
back?!? Potter is delirious!
Cedric died doing his tri-wizard duty
And I almost got murdered by a counterfeit Moody
Voldemort tried to throw down
Looking
when he see his P.O., uhh
Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)
Man She split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin,
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
Hi, I'm Daniel Keplin
Most people won't ever comprehend with My
Struggle's importance and people will never
Fully understand it except for me
I feel
the ghetto
Keepin it retro-spective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the d-low
[Chorus]
[Ol'
can understand when a ninja ain't playin' his role
A ninja was talkin' shinobi and need to be daimyo
Now we out in KYoto on the low low that's how it go
now?
Straight G's for your low esteem
Eight P's for the whole team
As I run away from my obituary
Walking in the shit, that'll get you buried
by that
That day I told you that was how I wanted me and my brothers to be and me and my niggas to be
And then we went to this little private party,
act siditty
But on the low they gone go though
Before we go, they want blow though so I hit cuzzy ‘cause his KD’s go for the low though
So we pull-up,
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
to live in the ghetto
Keeping it retrospective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the D-low
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