Lyrics:
the goddamn streets
Cause that's the only way we gonna stop these pigs
We ain't gonna stop them by prayin'
We ain't gonna stop them by beggin'
And we ain't
With every end, there's got to be a beginning
Subtracted my presences
Now I'm addin' up all these blessings
Then I
Watch them multiply
South East
make the mistake of pitching to me underhand.
today I enter my late twenties officially,
or react with water initially.
I'm dead to the world right now
Ha ha, we get it every time
You got me on? Ohh
Shout out to all of my crew, East-West, North-South
All the continent, Europe, all abroad
hand arrow
Chasing a dollar, in an Impala
White trash heart throb, mellow yellow
Drinking hard liquor, brauds get on my level
I'm hotter than
Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.
[Superb of American
City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.
[Superb of American Cream Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I
Cut the music up please
Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick-tock
Around the clock, yes it's my time, my
to sleep and the liquor store's dry?
Easy, staying inside, watch who's new 'til I'm done with Empire
All of my niggas work harder than hard, and ain't
there's only water in my Dixie cup
I remember that my mama used to say
Boy don't let that liquor go and get me buck
Every now and then I need a sip of [?]
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
crushed under my feet
and giants look up in fear
Gods bound to my throne of bones
As I listen to the screams of my burning foes
You can not defeat me
I am
sicker by the minute
Pour some liquor on some liquor cause' these times are gettin harder
Sittin' here praying up to father
Chose my road I can't follow
term grind requires patience
Hold up take it in
The world going crazy on my timeline
The government ain't playing by the guidelines
Assassinating nature
Welcome to my world nigga, and its V.I.P.
And the bitches and the bud for free
Welcome to this world that you never thought existed
And you got to be
More
More more, give me more
Feeling empty in my core
I could fill it with love or
Fill my prescription at the drug store
And liquor, beer, wine,
And creating investment
It hasn't been like a giant one-off thing
My personal wealth has not been generated by
One a big year It just sort
Of stacks up little
Hook You Trying to be hard nigga? I'm harder than Dark Liquor I'm an unapologetic Picasso With Art Pictures Fuck Out My Face I ain't vibin wit ya I
the hood as the cars go by
The light turned green and I started to bail
Across the street, drunk as hell
Seen a fine girl at the red light
Her face her hair
waited to get paid tell him never be afraid
Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker
Never shed tears cry liquor my nigga
If I die don't
waited to get paid tell him never be afraid
Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker
Never shed tears cry liquor my nigga
If I die don't
a giant
Im creepin up on ya like fee fi fo
Surrounded by foes
Not your friend not your bro
Do pretend like we cool as can be
Had em in my scope I know
Sippin liquor smokin killa calm a niggas mind
Thinkn bout da time I was fine I was nine
Now I'm olda lifes colda writin ova rhymes
Bout my grind all
of military operation
You know, like how we got out of cfghanistan
I could save them all
If they followed my plan
Then I'd rescue the world from this crazy
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