Lyrics:
Regime
Then fuck ya!
[Poppa L.Q.]
We the real street criminals
Regime generals
Mash for the most
And we sell it for the minimum
We Regime alliants
With
Seen you on the gram with some basics
I know that you'd really love to hate this
Heard I'm really cooking that's the main dish
Never losing grip in what
fall
But i couldn't let it do it with me at all
Couse I'll lose the control, so that's why
That's our main role
Your mind lives in round and unknown
the perfect picture painted by the drunken artist
I'll have you covered in them colors while you up against the wall
That war paint been causing pleasure pains
them doubt the name, cause they don't know I built this vision frame by frame
Rap about my mind a lot, mostly to remind myself bout where I was in time
as you hear is a pow,
It's them boy's in blue,
And they and they gunning for you.
They cooking up bro's like gumbo soup,
If you ain't hear it by now you
put shit past him
Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him
Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man
Stand close to his main man like
Damien's the name, don't go wear it out
We're in quarantine, but I still come out
You can hit me up when you get beefing with your man
I'll stay up
tell
That I was rising heaven in me while I was in hell
Went pretty well, but nobody tried to make me
Feel better, and always thought that some words
all my players old, I was gettin' chose
Hoes look the fuck all in the dark when she suck my dick up at the car park
Now she amazed by the way I top up
as production?)
(Oh, yeah, so um some of the people, my main engineer, mixer, producer he goes by Pyeatt. Behind the scenes he Does a lot. A lot of it. His name is
how to do it well!
Break Bail!
Break Chains!
New cycles... new lanes!
Proper state of mind
Reconstruct the main frame
And it's a shame
How we get
Still rocking out the main stage, make way
For that motherfucker out the gateway gateway
Know he bout to make it to the main frame, they say
Stay Fly
I can't be stressing out my mama cause my og having strokes
I can't wait to sell out arenas and pack up all my shows
Going hard in everything I do
I'm walking in flames
My family in need so you know I'm the main
The pain it gone heal but the memory stain
I been in the picture just missing the frame
be pulled by the beast
kids paralyzed from his neck to his feet layin' way low
smokin' more and more...
seein' shapes in the chipped paint of my frame
put shit past him
Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him
Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man
Stand close to his main man like
Uhh And I just met you
Peeped you in ya lil zone you was still pressure
Now we always on the phone yea it feel special
You could never do no wrong
by my tailor-thrift stores never have my size
Still rock the Harden 1's, summer pink, primeknitted
Boost sole never stresses, yet you sweating when I
the frame
At the end of the show, you know my name
Plus my trademark's left on the brain's base
An inprint the brother who sparked the place
Left the place in
play wit your heart cause you don't like that hurt stuff
Never fold in hard times cuz that's the way you earn love
You my main bitch you know it ain't no
hit, then you next, yah
30s in case you do flex, whoa
I just stepped off of the plane, whoa
I'm gettin' love from yo main, whoa
She know me by my real
the dawn
Hold back the dawn
Won't you raise up your hand
And hold back the dawn
Now I have seen a painting
Old and hanging in a frame
And that
institution broke your main frame
I pose the question, are these waiting games worth it or worthless?
While I comb the crowd for clues your nyebony hands be my
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