Lyrics:
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
smooth devices
Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers
In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's
Vipers in the infirmary rooms with
(contracting kills)
Vixens all in the deal, (mind yo business)
Pros at their sex appeal, (sexy sexy)
When I'm out in the field (out the field)
Contracting my
walked the path
That was laid
I kept the pace
Never worried about a lost
I peep the game
I just walked by faith
Hit the road in a
Royce I'm switching lanes
shaking like a stripper, she a pro with it
When I say it's going down, I'm saying down like in Anvil
Hell, that ass still shake when you stand still
got feet ho
All these motherfuckers playing games but not me no
Hundreds fall hun-hundreds fall, so much you can't see bro
Ain't you fuckin' lucky that
In the G by myself
Questionin’ myself
What is my life
What am I doin’
Am I livin’ right
Are my dreams worth pursuin’
Gotta reach them heights
Book
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
ball, Y'all can't ball
Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call
The game is gettin tight verbal victories in sight
What counts is what you write not
the butters
I came from the gutter, my success in this game is sort of like "Pro-jectic Justice
A payment for brushes with police officers, a peace offering
Kill the beat like a gentleman, so smooth
Boy killin these pro-tools
I'm on team God but, uh, that's old news
Is you runnin this game
Is you runnin this
somebody after she touches me
Mami, I'm not your regular nigga; I know the game
But I don't play by the rules; I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will
what they want
No, they won't get by me
Like my mother and my father passed on down to me,
Yeah, It's runnin' in the genes
Yeah, I'm fuckin' crazy
Fuck
and grape
Yellow and purple, everything mellow in your circle
Feeling like metal can't hurt, you got that pro meth 'itch
(Watch your bitches)
Keep a hoe in
a pro I get love everywhere I go
You already know
Machete got the illest flow
Nobody get it rocking like I do
Plus I'm always fly too when I slide through
Hello, hello, my ace man, my fellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, oh no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
Crafting songs in the basement
Burn your tongue if you go and try to taste it
Beats by Sean O don’t wanna waste it
Yeah truth hurts but you gotta go
Messi seu game não teme
I jumped in the game had to make my own lane
Face mask like bane came to take what you claim
Rap but u lame nigga we aint
when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll
aint got time for no hoe
Watch me glow
My homie pio he know how this game goes he a pro and thats fo sho
Dont make me and my motherfucking crew bury you
Yeah yeah (Eddie Franco)
Hello
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah yeah
I'm trying to go pro bowl yeah
I was moving slow-mo yeah
Woah yeah
I feel like Uzi in
get caught up by the kitty
In the penthouse on some boss shit
Women say I'm stone cold call me Steve Austin
Think I need a go-pro you'll see that I'm
athletes could cover debts
But they used fakes names to get by the rules
Can't be an amateur if your money's in the books
A shady game that Jim Thorpe played
think it's cause of Kim
He ain't getting in the game because he wasn't in the gym
Niggas get to acting iffy, I start moving on a whim
Don't know Billy,
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