Lyrics:
fly private jet out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
Long as I breathe ain't
girl
Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom
Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost
Respect me or get a shot to where you gather
on a
Driveby, finger the cops
Yeah when they ride by (Byrdgang)
Squally, is what they scream, fuck it
As I polly wit' my team puff it
We on the scene rugged
Yeah,
my head by now
I'll be ridin tonight, ain't no survivin
Now I got my enemy drivin, and ain't despising
This nigga be seeing the bright light
And when
lonely
FN yeah I got it on me
Might not have no team
But I ain't trim
Because Ben Franklin Know me
to the words they get real philosophic
Now we taking off, like we the rockets
Its no need to hate im jus being honest
Dropped a mixtape a couple weeks ago.
a problem
I bet by the end of the night you leaving here with me
Now I got her rollin up and smoking weed
She showing team spirit and I ain't even wearing
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
Couple niggas dying sick of turning up at funerals
Police got me fucked up got me locked up in the juvenile
Got my momma crying cus she just wanted
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
out my system
Wisdom, becomes no match for my addiction
If the truth hurts I would rather lie
Near by your side, with you throughout the night
I
by all my motherfucking ravers (Ayy)
We're on a mad one all night and day
We don't give a fuck what they've got to say
Never in a million years no way
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
Fresh is the best at beats
I feel like when you hear this shit you goin' feel like me
Hook: (B.G. and Juvenile)
Nigga fuck you, I feel just like you (3x)
with no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for the crack
first hit the cell then I went back like 9 times
In juvenile it ain't no bail so I gotta go sit back do all my time
When I first hit juvie I ain't have no
shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me
stuck ain’t no luck that money you made in 10 years I went and blew that in a truck
Gotta live by the code never trust these hoes get you some money go
up
I'm just a young but OG, keep it B-I-G
Raised on these streets where the real ones be
Ain't playin' by the rules, flipping the script
Middle
frown, run them out out town
It is essentially than we are given opportunities
We will no longer be tricked by their concept and philosophies
We need
Flossin' diamonds flashin' red beams
My squad like the S.W.A.T. team
Security areas scopin' I'm with the Fourteen
By any means cream rules everything
grooving, on the way
No way to remove them
We constantly improving, yeah
Through rejuvenation
I said juveniles run the nation, come now
Fuck your occupation
[Lil' Wyte]
...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the REMIX!! - and its goin' down for you
knees, building go-karts with the team
Finding bamboo by the stream, made kites we flew in the street
Racing scooters and that, before the moving of sacks
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