Lyrics:
for the grind feeling more than buzz
So lets get fucked up fucked up in the club
For the rush
It all feel the same to me if its a Monday
I ain't ever
Quick to pop off let a couple shots off
Leave 'em bleeding out with his shoes & his socks off
War dancing I ain't trying to make it rain though
her fault
More 'bout spitting facts
Than spitting bars
They hate that I say I'm the coldest
But know it's the waar
I don't smoke but might toke
On your
to tug
How dare you judas me and scream fuck the love
I had to hold back a couple thugs
That calico hold more than a couple slugs
Spark the blunt sometimes
to kill, now we all about dope
Buy whips, put them all on fours
Still kill, but it's all about dope
Get tricky, so play by the rules
Look, homie, I'm
[Verse 1]
Hey Girl!
That's what I said when I seen her
Hey Girl!
Wanna do more than just meet ya
Hey Girl!
Tell me whats your story
Cause
ask how I do that with my full head up
Well I'll answer you by saying that I am tough
And that I have been through more than enough
And that I have
Moving through city in a two door,
Relaxed,
Taking a course from two whores,
They said baby you should rap,
Because you better than artist you
unilateral than practical
It’s more based on the tone of
Your skin than anything factual
A lot of folks entitled to what
They ain’t give no action to
Shit,
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I told them cats, niggaz better cop some mac's
Now they stuck with them handguns
I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome
I
drifting
I want no more than life within your breathing
Just to live in your truth and be consumed by you yeah
All that I am is for you
You will never leave
that's where you're going wrong
It's more demons than angels in this biz, you're on your own
Wanna hit the big screens switch your sixteens
Get some slim
Halloway and (Silkk the Shocker) Chorus
Everybody wants to be a mobb figga
It takes more than soldier gear, to be a soldier, nigga
Boy you ain't
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
fucking with slim
In rap wise Mike how you feel about me: Yo I ain't fucking with him
y'all in my got to go get it, me I'm ready to spit
I don't think y'all
we learned that
only Jah and God can protect
You know the story, housing projects is purgatory
So, teach the youths they got more rights than
robust
Gaining more knowledge
You can't have enough
Teach these kids to better than us
Raise up a man and not jus a thug
Raise up a woman, and not jus
destroy
All these Shawn Black decoys
Plans done changed due to conflict
Cowboys, we bomb shit
And I put that on my kills
Let my rap skills feel
It's
swear that God had mentioned it
No questions like it's Rich The Kid
You wish you found a better man
It better be for the better
You telling me more
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
it big
Aye man think about it
Ain't no half-stepping little nigga
Aye step your cookies up man for real
These niggas out here grinding harder than ever
Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasing
Dufflebag swollen, we holding
Drink chocolate milk before we roll
Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasing
Dufflebag swollen, we holding
Drink chocolate milk before we roll
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