Lyrics:
grown up
Ten a key now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
I'm ridin' through da A, I don't know where da turn
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
Like they shifting keys,
Of the black stuff,
I enter a space,
Where, I command control,
Like I'm shifting keys,
On a MacBook Pro,
See man clout up,
By
Yeah I say no smoke
Fuck Nigga no smoke
I'm just tryna live long
Get the bag stay on
I can stay be poor
Run a bag, Get dough 2004.
Counting money
live says you ain't a Brit
They're deportin' our people and it makes me sick
'Cause they were broken by the country that they came to fix
It's like
of feminine distractions
Come and catch the wave
Get a piece of the action
They call me J-u-s
The beats by Mike Martin
Black and brown we get down
Black
on purses as you pass by
Then go online posting how they stand with black lives
The irony exhausts us
Just a walk around the block
Got the cops trying to stop
JA, right up to T-Dot
Pon a level, money, yeah, we only know that
And I don't like when she ah run out
Cah we love live sekkle (she's dirty)
Money
Verse 1:
Austin representer to the end
By time I was ten I was long gone
I was on that east side boy, no Lil Jon
I would with my grandma making
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
love money ima get it jus by any means
Cargo pants, yea this guap can't fit in skinny jeans
Jesus piece on my chest for the enemies
You know legends live
our pain into champagne champagne
Hustlers out to get it only live once live once
Hustlers out to get it only live once live once
I got digital money
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas
symbolize death
Like a cobra attack, your life fear(here) is over
Black you fucked up, you never should of stepped(snuck) up
My spot cocked, suckers, scared
stuff
We goin' back to Jamaica
Take a puff
This preroll is medication
I'm a money maker
Got marijuana by the acre
Roll one up
This a trip to Jamaica
Hide
ass makers aint no saying
But your game, we never playin
Skin don't make you who you are
But when you make it who we are
Then we live in a social caste
YO!
Break me up out of these chains
Get me up outa here, cut the restraints
Stop looking at me, bruh, this ain't a stage
Gimme the keys or just
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
mess around and start another Black Wall Street
That's black ass money in some black ass vaults
That's black ass goods in some black ass malls
That's
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