Lyrics:
Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the flame
Ghetto pain and windows crack
The fist is like a symbol for black
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
you a tip
You move so sexy, I love the way you wiggle
Your titties bounce around and
Your big booty jiggles
Make the video, it's official
Throw
Yeah man..
It's goin down bitch
Motherfuckers can't be weak
(vocal "Only the strong'll survive" repeats in background)
None of that shit
Short
felt, hated to hear it
But to me, they tears deaf
Only remember my videos
Pictures, seeds, story, and poetry
And plus these CDs in my ears clip
Trying
the clip in
Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in
Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking
Nigga, my gun go off
Fuckboy, you can see it
the clip in
Nigga, my gun go off we call it putting work in
Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking
Nigga, my gun go off
Fuckboy, you can see it
Fuck nigga steady, keep typing and talking on Insta
Like I ain't official, nigga think he a slime
Only a matter of time, before he get slithered
Ten
up when a nigga was down
I stay with the ones that was there from the ground
All of my niggas got boof by the pound
They roll it up in the Fronto,
Yeah
Listening to Pac, spotlight, all eyes on me
I'm only spitting flame, can't have all that ice on me
Never had diamonds, I'm putting pressure
game
Wtf he packing, stumble on the mothafucking action
On the intersection, frequent in direction
Suckas wanna battle but they only be distracted
By
Bull-shit
You know semi-automatic I stay with a full clip
With them Houston Rockets, baby 9 in my pocket
Hypnotic and bomb chronic, bang you with
life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got
ones, only hearing about the shine
Seeing, the stacks the women, so in they mind
That's the way to go
Video audio
Very much mind control
Unaware
and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry
good
I'll split ya, ditch ya
Gotta put ya in my hall of flames
And damn, it's shame
Listen up tight you can hear the storm, it's a hurricane
Bone,
doing this for clout
Just to say they're popping
Vision clouded by the weed
Promethazine got you leaning, out of reach
Ain't no substance, just substances
And the game I be spit
But i use it as propane
For the flame that I locked in
I spit like a young money billionaire
And I breath flames
You thinking that smog
that shit
We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips
me up
Weak freak, time to get my bucks and go'n step it up
.223's all 'round my spot, looking like the gun store
I'm weighing dope up in
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the Corner's younger
I smell, feel, touch
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
walk it in shame
Self blame, pain flame, don’t know how pain came
Only idols on screen playin for big teams
Inner vitals unseen maybe he a rhyme fiend
Makin' y'all dance and tango
Make y'all legs get weak
That's only 'cause we drop a bunch of heat
That's watcha gonna expect
Comin' from my crew bunch
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