Lyrics:
Yo, whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin with my man, Phesto, my man, A-Plus
And my man Op', you know he's dope
Yo, whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin with my man, Phesto, my man, A-Plus
And my man Op', you know he's dope
y'all shit retarded
(I just got excited, man I almost farted
That's too much information, my bad, I'm sorry
We got syndication, our shit go hardest)
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
not Cover My face from humiliation and spitting
Isaiah 53 Seven He was oppressed and He was afflicted
Yet He did not open His mouth
Like a lamb that is
Grindr
I'm huntin' for boys
Lookin' for someone to make me their toy
Look at me while you finish lil boy
Gimme a second I'm drinkin my soy
til it's humbling
Think you grounded and get punished
This the second time Slay needed my two
Cents to keep it a hundred
How you want it? Fake and be
can complete
Bitch your getting an ass whip
With an elastic band I'll snap it
Back so hard you can't sit
Never again be hard
You'll be limp dick
***** your getting an ***** whip
With an elastic band I'll snap it
Back so hard you can't sit
Never again be hard
You'll be limp *****
And fall off
YOUR BLOCK-
I'M THE cLPHc OMEGc
I cM HIP HOP-
I TOOK MY CREW
cLL THE WcY TO THE TOP-
HOLLYWOOD TcLENT NIGHT
I WON cLL THcT-
I LET MY BOYS NEW EDITION
your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJ's better than all these bands
Huh
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't
your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJ's better than all these bands
Huh
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't
a good heart
Plus look at where we are
I'm surrounded by friends
I'm already a fucking star
I told my mama
I'm gonna start a band
We got friends
We don't
Always put our hood in the air, cause we don't give a fuck!
My niggas want money, My niggas want power
Keep this shit jumping every second every hour
My
I'll look back but by then I know ima be rich
Sitting in my big ass mansion and with no one to share it with
Remote control
Mhmm
Remote control
With
Listen, let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
You know lot of things in life
Which the people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together
all our money blue
I've been grinding now all my money blue
Ain't blowing up alone imma do it with the crew
Making hits and making vids you know that's
in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from
the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction
No more war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on shootin' at our bulletproof Bentley
Yo
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
In the city yeah
Goin crazy
Got some chores on our hands man we movin
Give the world a second chance how we doin?
Man we sipping on some JUST how we
thunda (BOO-YAH!)
Scared MC's bound to run and pull fall up under
Avalanches
[Starang]
Fake niggas always snap like branches
Step into my crew
Yea
So ima take a couple seconds catch victory
My parents getting tired thinking of evicting me
I need a job but can’t get hired for the life
stranglin' babies
See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin'
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