Lyrics:
lookin like raisins
Choppas, been clutching em all like Jamaican
I fuck a hoe ain't in love I won't say shit
Feel like I got me some gang shit
My hoe she
boys dey no deserve you
I wantu dey ser ser ser serve
For your pinnacle
You body tabernacle
All those boys dey no deserve you
All of em go dey sa sa sa
to makin' beats, I'm the MVP
I'm the main motherfucker, you're an NPC
Got 'em full of envy, the boy from M.D
Destroyed what I see, deploy, then I be
THIS IS GOD GIVEN
CAUSE I GOT SOME DEMONS WHO GOT BAD INTENTIONS
I know
That my life is on the line again
So God help me
Can you tell me how to find
their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make
Talk shit get picked up quick get
tryna get to know me
(Big mad, just for nothing)
So I just smile in they face
Cuz the fake shit is all I'm gone see
(I can tell how they comin')
And when
say give up all that you have
How many of us could do it
Put the cross on my back, how many would nail me to it
Most of 'em the same ones who wear
When that nigga die, they say we killed em for nothin
I cannot go, got it on me Boy you gon' do with your homie
She tell me come over, she lonely I give
bone built for em by the bite of them block boys
And my stacks so trill by the sight of these shots boy
I deploy and destroy every single thing that you
Read his movements wid laser put this heat on him no kindle
I told em don’t play wid me
Buh his ass ain’t get the memo
Got this one girl tryna fuck Me
'm staying high till I land
You gon to see who really with you when that shit hit the fan
Go from boy to the man, got the platform and the plan
They sitting
keepin holy bodies
Drink the day down
I'll just take it by the hand
Imma take control
I got it but I can't slow down
Time is of the essence
I can tell you
dudes talking bout hoes boasting
I was just a Juvenile, moving in slow motion
I dropped out of school to be a dude with mad jewelery
Once I got it,
what you sell
I barely pay for my drinks, doin' well
I tell 'em there is no need for the glitz
I don't need sparklers, they know that I'm lit
I
and the cuts sound
You won't start feelin the pain till you touch ground
Boy, you're goin way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass you by
my layout
Running the game no I can't phase-out
Been stayed the same the rest of em' played out
The main ones that talking got nun to say now
I hang
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
ain't tellin' that we fuck, 'cause she can tell that I got more bitches
More Glocks, more switches, trappin' off of four listings
Yeah, and these niggas
viciously
This guy I didn't know, walked up to me
But the closer he got, the more I could tell
It was the man they call Howard Cosell
The guy you'd see
I like my hoes by the two's when I dig 'em out,
Couple racks, I made room for a big amount,
They had us in the first half we winnin' now,
Now my
lie, I got weight on my back
(That's on gang)
The devil keep talkin', but I'ma keep walkin'
'Til I chop 'em down, that's a fact
Tell me why they wanna
Shoutout Supreme, shoutout the Wav
We got SHADOW we just hopped out of space
(Yo shadow this beat is tough)
(SlxmSupreme Let 'em have it boy)
Niggas
got to snap 'em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet mama and introduce you to papa
got to snap 'em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet mama and introduce you to papa
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