Lyrics:
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When they ask me how I got to where I got
Carpe diem
I'm lightin' off the rounds quick
And they like the way it sounds
So I sell it by the pound,
Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em
and anger can't see a way out
It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say
Gotta find me a future move out of my way
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all
I swear i'm done this time
So sick of all your motherfuckin lies
My life is like a movie filled with horror, drama and advice
I'm tryna be the author
a free-throw
We got out the cut for the peoples
My life's like a movie, one car less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin' advice to the juvies
Five
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Half the shit I rap sounds schizophrenic
But we both snakes and we spitting venom
And all my money blue, that shit's denim
Splash, splash (ayy)
I rock
phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! now it's all over
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange
beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war right now
So, yo, bombin
We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it
I be
and turned it dark black
Caught feelings and I never got my heart back
I know it sounds a little far fetched
Walk by faith, not by sight
I guess that what they
Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor
a party later on
I should attend
Cause I don't get out much
(I be in the studio)
Y'all ain't about much
You might find me in the
Club with a mixed drink
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
with me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors
And all I
a marathon
I spit it on the track so all of y'all can tag along
Seven billion lives, so many people but
Every single one can be destroyed by an atom bomb
away
Either way
Fuck what the people say
Ima just leave the Stage
Homie I'm going all out
Dipping and dashing I'm all in my route
Taking your
in my clip i got 30 rounds
Test run the 4 i got leveon bell now
Protest for skoobii the police wont take me down
Make em a movie i blow if hear a sound
hounded out by
Everyone! Met with hatred
Everywhere! No kind word from
Anyone! No compassion
Anywhere!
Christine, Christine why, why?
(RAOUL and GIRY
Yeah, nigga
Y'all niggas can't fade this shit
Got shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail
And sold 5 million
Sold more records then all you
Trick
zone call it Little Vietnam
R.I.P to Peanut rest in peace Lil Kev
Can't forget Lil Mike he use to roll em all night movie
Free my nigga Neecho
Took
Everybody I know run it, pop out
Everybody sexy, all DAMAGE, pop out
Real rockstars, popstars pop out
Stop all the cap, that's a cop out
Dead in they tracks
I'm still always out here brewing
Taking some time off that just sounds like time I'm losing
King ef he on the beat
Phoenix here to bring all the heat
must put you on KBC"
I said, "I'll dress to impress, won't claim I'm best
I'll come a little better than all the rest"
Because I never come with any
or an unknown
Levels could never be questioned
I bring out the best in the best men
I leave all the rest on their death beds
Enemies breathless memories emptied
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