Lyrics:
in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from
the testicals, serve the team an I'm grippin'
The hoe from Oakland to Lick Mode
Wit a four-four, searchin' til the day I go all out fo the cash
An be out
kiss her, ain't no mistletoe
She ate dick like a casserole, I'm bound to blow like a C4
And I put that on my soul
I keep it 100, niggas be fifty these
control, uh
I surf the 'Gram and see the wave you niggas rode
Go to the board for the lesson
I'll be transparent with you, just don't be projectin'
Who
ass, yeah, fuckin' Soul 4 Real ass
Nigga, that's Soul 4 Real
That the nigga from Soul 4 Real
Candy Rain-ass nigga, he got a deal, now he rappin'
You
[Fearless Four]
Ahhh... Fearless Four... Well, I'll be back for more...
They're here!
DLB (hu huh hah ha)
Tito (ha hah, ha hah)
Mike see (hey
push it down sometimes,
You fuckin round wit $100 this shit too much 4 one dime,
She making sure that ha nigga gone I had to look around one time,
This
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
Khaled we the best
Let em know we runnin’
Going legendary like a chest (Yeah)
Let em know we comin’, we stunnin’ soon be on stage rappin’
Let em know we
Baker, know I'm droppin'
Them tapes, yeah, huh
Oh-ho-! I be droppin' them tapes, huh
Tay K, I do the race, huh
I can not fuck with no face
Wearin' Gucci,
scorer
Got yo lil bitch hoeing
Smoke be potent
Had to snap and make these niggas fix they focus, aye
My bitch so real I could've been gone like 3-4 years
the execution
Seems like everybody rappin's robbin and shootin
Talkin real cheap
I got a record deal just to get away from the streets
Niggas stuck up shit's
bank app more than porn I guess it's a fetish
I've done way too fucking much to just not get the credit
But I'll probably be deceased by the time you
four seasons with Sunny
But I'll be just fine, the grind's in my bloodline
It's what's in your guts time, baby I'm one rhyme
From being what that man
hall and take the judges wit me
If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be
ring
Just slow it down, I'll bust you down and let you hold cake
Done been a lot, but I ain't never been a ho, man
Gon' fuck around and turn So into
[Fearless Four]
Ahhh... Fearless Four... Well, I'll be back for more...
They're here!
DLB (hu huh hah ha)
Tito (ha hah, ha hah)
Mike see (hey
[Fearless Four]
Ahhh... Fearless Four... Well, I'll be back for more...
They're here!
DLB (hu huh hah ha)
Tito (ha hah, ha hah)
Mike see (hey
a Beemer and I don't need a Benz
Still, I get respect for the style I'll be choosin'
Rappin' to the soul kind of jazz like fusion
I'm cruisin', not for
I'm emerging
I'm coming out
Bitch I'm emerging
I'm coming out
I'll make these bitches start rappin' now (Yeah)
Bitch I'm emerging
I'm coming out
Bitch
Judging me
When around the globe, ain't nothing the same
Think how the world would be if none of this hit had ever changed
Ain't like it used to be when
'em fly 'em in
Don't bust 'em down, sell 'em whole
I'll ship packs and go hit me a lick 'fore I ever contribute to sellin' hoes
For my family to be
this planet full of aliens and we get captured?
Don't think that way my son
Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun
And if by chance we do
All you ain't gonna be around
Stop tryin' to be me
Clown - You want the blood to drip?
Twenty four hours
I'm thuggin' the chrome rubber grip
And ya
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