Lyrics:
of my opps, they pussy, they drill in the studio, nigga, they ain't outside, uh
Bricks, bricks, all that I ever wanted was a brick
Hurry up and make
feelings for Juliana
Make sure I got my pistol before my pajamas
I went and got a rifle, I know I'm in range
You ain't seen me in the streets, only causing
you fuckin my groove up you better not start with me
Aint show'n up to none your functions i charge a fee
He want the beef with me i got shit to clog up
They try run, but they never got far
So they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know how we bully this beef
Not once did I lie
n---s/
CSI got cancelled, they out of a job, n---
(Ayo Rick!)
It ain't a prob, n---, so you just say the word/
They in the alley, then I'm oopin'/
Throw
ain't saying sh** about me I ain't really doing work
So I guess I let them live put that overtime first
I ain't got nothing to prove but they say I did
ain't saying shit about me I ain't really doing work
So I guess I let them live put that overtime first
I ain't got nothing to prove but they say I did
cut it, brick or blow)
Parcel came like a rugby ball
Put that in the tee and boot it (boot it)
I ain't with all the schemes and rumors (nah)
I
so I made more aye
Cunts still think I ain’t done shit
But I still run shit
Got more ammo than a gun ship
This the rap game now ima run this
Not lil
All Facts
I been on the go ain't got time for a chat
Living for today, don't define where we at
Want this shit forever get designed in a tat
Tell em
(What!)
I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't
(What!)
I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't
my target
Y'all can see it all from the stands
And I don't got no projects
I only fuck with master plans
If the girl ain't wanna fuck
At least she
[Chorus]
Yo, a revolution's what it's smelling like, it ain't going be televised
Governments is hellified, taking cake and selling pies
I ain't got
buses, I wake up at night
Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover
Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober
I wish I
on any main stream artist and they ghost writer
Me by myself I'm my own writer
Hard not to sleep when i see your flow tired
I'm so wired
Once the project
Out the GSG
With a Jordan symboll
I go by youngboy I know you heard of me
This for them bitch ass lil
Boy who wanna murder me
I got a answer for you
they already Playing zombie
But there ain't a blonde b feeling on me
Something wrong G what happened to Tosan?
I ain't got rizz but just leave that
that's a major key
So come and get it
Say they want war
I'm enlisted
And if that call
Ain't seven digits
Y'all know a nigga
Ain't fucking with it no
Got it
a life taker
Went fishing for some thots
And I caught your girl
Consider it a favor
Project Pat said don’t save her
You accepted what she was
But
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
the boss and that fee ain't cheap
I done paid all I had
Me my hustle and my mag
This is all I got left gotta carry out the plan
I'ma soulja til I die
Riding
you will become a
Chorus x8
It's your own nigga Project Pat
I'm a G as in gorilla
all my life I want ot come clean
Why you flossin' all my dreams
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