Lyrics:
the way you lose
I got your bitch wet we not by the pool
They say the block hot you better keep it cool
They say streets dangerous you better keep a tool
their minds
cround the same time of year
I'm just tryna hold on to mine
Before my baby disappears
Heartbreak fever
It's time to find another lover
Oh my god, Ronny
Ay, somebody grab him some clippers
His fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
every white string infinite
You different, last night, niggas picturin'
Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white shit
Fatal Lines, I'm the future, real
Someday this year
Sunday is here
My day is here
For cake and cheer
Can't wait, lay awake, last night
Like Christmas Eve getting those kinda vibes
Fred is the dumb for everyone, but for him he is the greatest
Jessica is my fucking turtle
I won't touch her `cus I'm not a burden
Making money by life
I don't think I said it enough
Locals ain't messing with us
I heard their shit from five years ago, it doesn't hold up
Hear my gold from nine years
motherfuckin' souls from these wars,
The streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.
[Chorus: x7]
[Master P]
Bitch, I'm a soldier!
[Mystikal]
I was born
to wait for it
But you only get when you taking it
I remember when I used to pray for it
But you can tell the future by creating it
So I'm living life like
and assault
For suppressing and punishing my people
I charge you with robbery, for robbing me of my history
I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping
flew by
Some of the words took a place within like my eyes started facing in
And then I picked up the pen and while expressing my heart
I opened up my
bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they
with no auto tune
Manifesting my future as I gaze at the moon
Doing this by myself I wasn't raised off spoons
Catch my breath lungs inflating like
let us react
By standing clear and firm
Not let the future burn
While we’ll become
Become the promise of the loud
Clear movement, common folk
the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack
He told me look after his kids, then a week later that bitch turned up whacked
It's just the code, nigga
young...
Another frozen future has passed.
Another breed, another cast.
The rivers will run, brought to life by the sun, the circle is
still
Woah, tats on my face I will never have a desk job
But I just got promoted by ya bitch, I got the head job
She ain't Jeff Bezos but I swear she got
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full
out in Dubai
Do I look like I never seen the better things?
Emerald ring, I chase cheddar mean
Pockets on swole since eighteen years old
Gettin' my
up)
(Southside)
Yeah
My dope in the bushes (turn up)
My dope in the bushes (hold up)
I know how to cook it (cook it)
My bitch good lookin' (woo)
the leap, or just stay anonymous
Leave it on the field, should I do this music
Should I let my doubts dictate my future
I got some talent, I'll fuckin use it
been getting touched by your uncle since you was seven years old
I see you ashamed and embarrassed
So you still haven't told
I see that we don't own no
it
Make yourself look like a hell of a bitch
So please get off of my successful dick
These indie labels can suck it too
You fuck with me and I fuck
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