Lyrics:
every visionary is a lach-key kid
And everybody's got a re-run dream
Of being thrown out the door by the folk hardcore
For soundin' like a hillbilly
Where
seen, you can never be the same
I come from a city where niggas a kill you for tryin' make it out of the hood
And that shit kinda strange
I'm just keeping
Good evening! I'm Ryan Schultz
Tonight, we begin with an announcement from Jock City
Who claims he's the best in Youngstown
Calling out any who
I'm back
Ooh
Yeah
I'm applying pressure, got my foot on necks
That a big flex
I'm rolling with bosses and street execs
You rolling with rejects
I
pop smoke
I'm a shoot between the teeth
Bullets turning into floss
Me and my teammates'll fleece
Out in the streets
Get it popping with a laser beam,
straight back to you
So I'mma think of all the temptation
And I don't wanna to go
But I am late so I head out the door for a day or two
But you remind me
And my peoples sit around, cops split that
High potent white kit kats, we sell up in the hood
Going door to door, every floor, every get back
My gangsta
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I
Yeah, whoa, whoa
I just been feeling like, it's all clickin', you know?
(Hit-Boy)
Like it's all working out, and I'm 'bout to work out
Colossal
Slipped through the window by the back door
Caught short in transit with my love
Jumped up, fell back, cut off from romance
How could I fall without
I slide in the whip g-five can't catch me
Ride by with my stick I snipe like Wesley
I found a way out from the dark and the grey clouds
I'm from
running
Bg bg two side black gang
And I should of put the studes in my sat nav
End up in the ding, made it beat like kat man
Bad boy what, man show u
I see is a part of me
A need to measure when the measuring's done
Just let it go - move on by
One foot ahead of the other - go on, distance yourself
My foot on the gas
Im doin the dash
Drop the top it go fast
She want me bad
Yeah, I wanna bag
What would you do for some cash
Vvs’s Papparazzi they
And that's real, I just hope that you remember me
So I'ma get my foot in the door and leave a legacy
I remember sitting in my classroom
Listening to Wiley
One thing that I've always wanted to do ever since I was little,
I've always wanted to be abducted by a UFO.
Yeah sometimes, I just go hang out in
Bachata how we dance
Left foot, right foot
We walking out the club
Left hook, right hook
I'm tryna beat it up
(Aye, aye)
So we outside we waiting by
door cold bust in
It was her fuckin' husband, six-foot ten
I knew my life would soon end
Homeboy tried to kill me, he didn't use a bomb or a gun
used my foot
To kick that door back in September
Left up out them exit's and came
Thru them do not enter
…I remember our phone call
I remember all
I feel them creeping at my window
Hear shadows knocking at my door
I feel them creeping at my window
Hear shadows knocking at my door
I feel them
the nigga, it go "blam," uh (you're out of line)
A nigga out of line, uh
I think of grandma and the weight she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me
was kicking doors down DA want me direct file
She say I'm punishable by life
Nowhere to go so I'm in the dope pole and its getting cold
Nowhere else
While I sneak in that back door"
That's what he told me
He said, "keep your foot on the gas
And always be on guard
'Cause when I come runnin' out
While I sneak in that back door"
That's what he told me
He said, "keep your foot on the gas
And always be on guard
'Cause when I come runnin' out
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