Lyrics:
is licksin, for a lil rotation
Don't need it for the placement
They call me tyke ignition, in a blizzard, Shortstop baby
They can't fade
Just ride to the vision
Change up the style on these niggas
No dap or no smile for these niggas
Fuck how they feeling
Goddamn made it out the fucking stu
me hear it
I promise I will handle all the pain
Don't fear me, don't fear me
I know you hear me clearly
I'm T-Pressure and let me rock with you
Where
and listen
Combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it
Or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision
That's your decision
Its
a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock a little
[twista]
Once again, another trax productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when
the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressing ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exalted
At your door with
a low brow but
I rock a little know how
No time for the
Piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down
With the pow wow
Never been a better time
Than
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
tonight
(Let's get it)
Yo, I can write rhymes in my phone and sell it on eBay
I moved up like George, ayo Weezy (hahahaha)
My punchlines hit like
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster
KU: Game related, raise it bit by bit
Yo D, link up the cable we'll go hit for hit
Phantasma
mother's faith just grew that much strong
And those were the greatest days of all it was there when mama sang a song
(Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide
to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving
and download you some MP3s Presto you can make your own CDs
I'll show you how it's done
Fire up the computer and let's burn one
Before my eyes could not
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
Like
let the mind float,
meditative yea I do this with my eyes closed,
ice cold when I zone it's like time froze,
elevate it higher than you get it
got religion
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, sellin my shit
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps
lecture how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat
by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese
the wolf, knocking on his door
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not
the wolf, knocking on his door
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not
by the fools
Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew
You know how we do...
Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money
and my nigga in tha rental Jag gettin' plenty ass
Henny bottle in tha backseat
Dirty choppa in tha backseat
If it's a problem, let my nigga out tha
the clock)
Let it rock (Let it)
Diamonds on my watch, yeah yeah
Diamonds they dancing like Charli (D’Amelio)
Everyone jamming like Marley (Bob)
An hour late
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