Lyrics:
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
I live fo'
For every J I smoke I fuck a bitch
I'm a nympho
I wouldn't trade this for a million bucks
My best friends, my blunts, and my chucks
What's
account
Dawg I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that, give me
My check and respect, i demand all that
Before I (pop
end up back where I started
Plan A, square 1, there's no escapin'
So I've come to realize my truth
Tryna live my full life until my time is through
want you
Why he got that, have a good one vibe?
Vibe when we through
Cash lit like casino
Pretty bitches servin' half naked
Showin' crew love
Everywhere
2nd chance at life
2nd chance at life
If I had a chance at life
2nd chance at life
2nd chance at life
If I had a chance at life
Would I only live
Asian
If I got a couple duckets then the theater's where I function
I'ma slide in there a game or two
Maybe phone a friend or hang with you
After that
I wake up & get bread
I don't give two fucks bout what she said
'Cause baby the M.O.B is how we live
So she just a beat like the speed
The game's in
get sweaty.
Beats and melodies, will make me blink.
I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry.
If you ain't down wit' my crew, all you die.
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex
I think too much, I drink too much
My crew don't really give two f***s, about you ducks
We over here
Victorian parlor
The neighbors hired a crew to trim the Magnolia tree, weeds below it are getting taller
And beyond those tangles of the utility pole wires
I
a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin business properly,
Never has every member in one crew been so diverse
Tryin' to outdo the last verse that I birthed that is my curse
Your knight in rhyming armor
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
cause ya jaw bone to shatter
Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two
Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew
I got a vibe from
really make ya want to drop, drop
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now hold up
[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice
explode your game
Blake be hard when I spray the bar
Jump on the mic
Get strung like a bass guitar
Chase the art till I make my mark
While the crews chop
with less account
Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing bout
Haters don't know shit
Of Cali-for-nia, Sactown to L.A.
The homie Aidge, Indy 1, Spare Time on display
We making music even though we don't live close by
Phone calls, emails, long texts,
cause ya jaw bone to shatter
Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two
Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew
I got a vibe from
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
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