Lyrics:
Fuckin' with that Prince I keep a bankroll
Livin by the land, PA by the C
Any nigga fuck with Bun he gon' die by me
I'm my brother's keeper, not no movie
the scene, dead flies on ya ass
I feel codeine in my tank
But I'ma pump 89 for the gas
Summertime niggas on the grind with the slab
Overtime nigga finna ride
On the real, it's going down
Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down
[Trae]
I'm finna to make you feel my wrath
Fucking guerilla niggaz, living
shits when you see Three Six Five boy better let your nuts hang
This a big body I'm hogging both lanes
Like Trae Ima pop my trunk and swang
365 soldiers
still barking
Empty ass threats so my ass keep on walking
Trae tha fucking killa
Can you hear the drum
and alone caught hangin by my Gucci belt
The lust for the funds is melting my mind
The drugs that I huff is selling my rhymes
Rollin in rehab my wheelchair
I'm saying
Trae, Mya huh we bout to set
It off round this motherfucker
Bout time they make way for another guerilla
These other niggas ain't the truth
get u gone all on my own
Hit the scene in a unknown
Drive by's wasn't into that
Walk down where u really at
Send slugs to yo fitted hat
Turn that bitch
up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got
I get so high, I touch the sky 'til I can't even function
I get so high, I fuck around and wanna leave the function
The only thing that's on my mind
And I thought as I looked on those cold marble slabs
What a dark lonely place that must be
Then I came to the place where my mother was laid
And in
Allie played
Now we delayed by ninety days
You better find me anyways
You better return to the Terrordome, ain't nobody home
Non-haters play
be eating em by the fo's at least
marinating niggas skin like a thick slab of roast beef
then I'm cooking em while I'm fiending for fee
drinking a 40
screamin like your head short a few vials
No more slabs and dollar cabs
Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast
Extra dark
I said promise me, that you always gon' ride
I said promise me, that you'll always be by my side
I said promise me, you could be the Bonnie to my
the slab
So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab
Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene
You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
Yo' lookin ass
Yeah
Open my mind, look, tell me what you see
Hurt, pain, that I gained from the streets
It's a dirty game, but it won't change me
Bzzz... Bzzz...
Hi, Hello, Miss Sweeney?
Could you please come in my office for a second?
I'm heading home for the day
And I thought it would be good
of the street
Lately i been spitting shit that
Got them running from it
Touch my Pillsbury dough ill poke
You in your fucking stomach
Now incase you ain't
hang out the window on trae
Been solo dolo but ain't sht without my gang
Bridges burn but some burn only leave a stain
Happy but unhappy cause some sht
sellin crack rock, the devil's love potion
Three wheel motion on my buick park ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs
Paid like
the devil's love potion
Three wheel motion on my Buick park ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smoking slabs
Paid like a motherfucka clientele is
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
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