Lyrics:
drop
If you find not
Whatever, cuz I threw my lob
Whoever catch it is gonna cash in, this the new fine art
To find heart, is key in any crew I'm part
So
a stack you can't beat it
One meeting wit ya wife bet a stack i can't beat it
Michael walking the street Bliz dished purple like Prince
Die - ARC- Key
Two
reppin'
Why he dissin', he know we gon' slide in a second
Fella tryin' to step, but he mad when he gets hit by a car
Crowd goin' wild, cause they know that
reppin'
Why he dissin', he know we gon' slide in a second
Fella tryin' to step, but he mad when he gets hit by a car
Crowd goin' wild, cause they know that
chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around
story
Confetti pouring, they be all in the clothes that I'm sporting
6 rings like Michael Jordan, same team no Robert Horry
Put me on the verbal court
to lose my key man that advice is something major
Cash in on the tens I see they be volunteer by nature
Yeah on myself I double down watch a nigga raise
when you shoot you miss you lose
Gotta be clutch and never excuse
Overtime in the gym
Gave Michael his rings
The last dance I will never have
Continue
that Nipsey Hussle stole the key, nigga
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred (yeah)
And I stay blunted (yeah)
'Cause I do what I need
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
joint crank fool)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (uh)
I'm strapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
(Double F this shit too hot)
(It's Thirty3)
(Thirty3)
I'm in my bag, like I'm looking for my keys
If it ain't bout cash, (cash) then don't holla
his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all, he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep
One at a time, get
how I move, I got Rees on my feet
Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car
Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star
Chopper in the trunk, I
young fly (young fly)
Dumb high (dumb high)
In the flow like mighty easy to come by
I'm over to cali watching the sunrise
A meeting in new york I'll
a flick, but now, I gotta delete
Yeah, gotta delete
Put you in second, I'm back in the lead
Flexing like Michael B. Jordan, I'm fighting the hoes, I'm
on my raps, my hands on my snaps, my hands and my body on them places on the maps. No other nigga hands in the way to set traps, keys to my own locks
Time is always flying by
To grind all day is not enough
I need Michael's Secret Stuff
To have my body keeping up
Go all out before I die
To this game I
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
This shit is forever
True the hell, you making noise boy
Haha
Want this cash and these hoes by the millions
(Millions)
We won't stop till we pop out
it's important
They wanna invite me in
Cause the got contracts
And they want me on that
But if there is no cash
Then I will not sign that shit
I need
a quarter key
Yeah, yeah
I keep the gang with me, 'cause they gon' bang for me, yeah (keep goin'!)
I show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if
her (ew)
I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)
I'm from Zone 6, lot of killin' and drugs (21)
Fuck an autograph, nigga, I'm strapped in
how I'm balling
That I'm just getting started
Yeah, I took an advance
Put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant
Had to make my deposit's
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