Lyrics:
me dog, I just want to keep the peace
But saying my name, that's only gonna lead to beef
Tell my niggas chill, but they want to heat the streets
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
it
I'll fight you for it
On fire
Defrosted
But never a flake
Call me Tony
A tiger
Man I'm feeling great
Put food on your plate
I write till it's late
chain
Cuz I'd take that over a Grammy any day
Respect is always earned, ain't nothing you could pay
And if you write your name in stone it will never be
answer
As you breached, I chose not to speak up
Cause I was weak, by today's standards you be fired
I just play it like Ether in 02, bitch who shot ya
If
meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
as a loaded gun
And I'ma shoot somebody in the face if they too slow to run
Mac Miller, I'm the only one
But I'm the coldest one, this is pandemonium
Got
Oi P, man, come on
You've been waiting for this
Moment your whole career
I retaliate and you don't even
Retaliate in the same week
I heard some shit
town
Now these bitches want me around
Nigga I'm Counting it all up by the Grand
It was all in the plan
Whiles Theirs blood in the sand
I'm turning g
Yeah, ugh, look look
Posted on the gram, on the block now
Hot now, and I see your girl is on lockdown
Mac Dre, feeling myself, wanna talk now
People
the
Building turn them sprinklers on again
I leave your whole clique wet
Thought we died but now I'm in the born again
Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet
know how I play it, nigga
Red October Ye' a nigga
Loud moving slow I had to yay it, nigga
Still ill when I write it
When they don't name me top
Five I
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
come firs see oh curse me! It's Jersey!
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights
sales makin
Niggas act like that
Back in the days we could scrap
Now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded
In my knuckles for a Mac
she says she
Gets cold a lot
Next door to her is the Canarsie
Dressing room I actually grew
Up in Canarsie it's still a
Dump and inside is Usher
Who
You see when you're growing up I
Think the most important thing
To you is finding an identity
That resonates with your peers
And in best case
gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
a piano, a guitar?
Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog
You can live at the mall
I can see the evil, I can smell it
I know it's illegal i don't think
kicked game and knocked the hoe
A lil' dick love in bitch
By the name of ???
I really did'nt kick no game
All I said was hey
She tourned around
Half ass
stacks in a rubber band
We turn to sand, some is Fam and some is your mans
Caught in a jam and the plan was to laugh and dance
And never had a good chance,
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
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