Lyrics:
capping the least
Cold nigga my heart like a fleece
You know her by name
But I know her by treesh
Half of the niggas they cap they lease
No pretending Im
would've had em
What we don't know is that it was
Eve and then it was Adam
And they gon hate me for that
But I'm flying high as Aladdin
And I told you
Moving
they gone try to repeat it
Make ‘em clap for this one like we got our fans all in the bleachers
They listen to use like teachers, inspired by all
Oh
Ooh, ooh, oh
(Trill got the juice, niggas)
(Salute)
Ayy, I'm in this motherfuckin' four
Four by four cell
Man, I just runnin' around hittin'
baggin' ounces in the back of the Maz'
Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness
A.D.I.D.A.S. wit Stan Smith's
The grant's on the Stove
And Aunt Lo
like my hoes by the 2
The 2, the 2
I like my hoes by the, hoes by the
The 2, the 2
I like my hoes by the 2
This lil' bitch, stole my Adidas jacket
This
Haha, oh my god Huey Baby
It's Huey Baby, bitch
Yeah, I get high to ease my pain
We get high to ease the pain
We get high, high to ease the pain
Uh
strength
Of a Zar
And Jinn
From skies
Start controlling our lives
Keep your slime
By side
Especially when we slide
Got the gas
In the car
The only way
We
a difference like Fred Hampton
Before the feds clapped him
I'm from the home of Huey Newton on the West axis
My skin tone brown beret but them threads matching
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis
My power's limitless
and fitted me in a black leather jacket
By seventeen, I had a shotgun to match it
Up in the action, in the mix, I could never forget
When I was younger, poor,
' come get yo fix
And I freestyle Ion even write shit
But I still got bars no indictment
Niggas wanna gas em' up on some hype shit
Just know the flow tight
went crazy when they got a taste
I flip a 62 then I copped an eighth
Is the bricks is the question
If the bricks is good I can stretch 'em
But
slow
And for show y'all know
Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck low
Ice cold heart like zero below
If you wanna battle me then playa say so
[Chorus]
to get this bitch crunk?
[Hook]
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
Your 'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside
(In it)
No trust fund, I got it ou the mud (Mud)
Pour a lil' out for the homies above, yeah
Ooh, sippin' Tequila (What? Uh)
Sexy girl, I need you
a double barrel shotty
It’s got to be
Tahgi Mister Issey Miyake
You pronounce my name Tahgi
Fro in my head like Huey P
I’m in some thousand jeans
With
cause I leave em at home
Just Adidas and me, and ? and D on the phone
Diggin' eyein' the crown, sellin' skills by the pound
Makin breakin and takin'
My niggas got me
Smooth sails eatin' steaks
Bringin' frozen lobsters in
Control the space we mafia, out
Scratching "I live and die by the code
of regret I am fluent never congruent
Cause how I see this society still got a nigga down where the basement be
Basically give us hope then feed us poison
better
Uzi with Uzi hit him through the leather
Black Panther party, Huey with the leather
Feel like I'm him with the cheddar
Put 'em in the soup,
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
and things, man, all that type of stuff
(That's a lie) man, I got nine hundred pairs of Reeboks
man I got every pair of Adidas (You're a liar)
I got every color
Huey p newton
Shout out malcolm x
I cannot rest until I get this off my chest
Four hundred years just filtered out the best
By any means ness
I
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