Lyrics:
Hey yo
I'm like Malcolm, out the window with the joint
Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly
Like fuck it, look how these niggas duck shit
Look like cigar ash
Dag, all burnt the fuck up
You shoulda been learnt that I
Was turnt the fuck up
You said I wear purple Dickies
With du rag and a 5
fake G checkin' me
Fuck the road but if anybody's testin' me
It's one step away like a 5-a-side penalty
Every Santander Nationwide remembers me
Right
game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I come with
But twenty five G's is what I left with
Teatley was the word I heard
I went deep in
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
And stop kissing them white folks asses
It's like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so fast you keep leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I love
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
I see right, shorty looking like she tight
She bite, let her give a nigga the green light, we might
What type of games is being played? How's it
cost?
Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Filet Mignon porter house
My little brother on his medical shit from that block street
Nigga
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
the 4-5 fly
Fif got the east, Buck the one in the south
And the west coast is mine
These niggas runnin' they mouth
It's like a nigga play with murda cake
drop
Then blow me like a fan
Then she say please don't stop
False prophets lie
Look up to the sky
All I see in HD and fiber optic
Five star generals 30
you from existance
niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Biatch!)
Got another muthafucka on my shit list
I'm a cut off his dick list
I mean my
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
as the Prince
Or the King as he paves the way
But watch yo back
Cuz they all gon see a great
Believe me bruh they quick to copy
Like Morris Day
(Listen) I been in
play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 hoes like I’m Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe
Merry Christmas
'cause I be droppin' funky rhymes
What the fuck is goin' on? This rap game's made to make money
You niggas is takin' this shit outta hand, actin' way too
nigga
Thought you thought, nigga
In a motherfuckin' V.H.S, uh motherfuckin' cannister (in a what?)
Nigga, yeah ayy, I promise you, nigga, this game
and I'll just blame it on society."
And he was like, "Bro I'ma give you one year,"
And for one year him, his family, all his homies, Benny, everybody
settle for my prime (Yeah)
Way ahead of the past. I’m leaving it all behind (Goodbye)
I know I was underrated. Now, I’m with the starting five (Balling,
eyes count to hundred I'm a get that load
5 6 7 8
Get to the bag I don't mind all the hate
Keep it hundred homie writing like I got that cake
Everybody
his old boy spit it like an old veteran
Fernie
Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
I'm in a lane by myself
Ain't checkin' for nobody
might send 5 through
Texas hit my phone, she said I'm fine, I said you fine too
She be lying when she talk, but it's okay I lie too
I just played a game
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