Lyrics:
Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothin' changed but my bank account
I'm still the same
[Silkk the Shocker]
Tryin' to have things major, they
real- who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out
Scoop 6-400, of that bomb smoked ass real
High, I can see the homeys pass by
We creep inside, lettin niggas know this Eastside
Now all my
Dreaming like Geronimo make them true round here by hustling
A bad Americana in paradise heels on the beach spending bread 'cause she know daddy too real
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think
of humanity before it dies
Black and white ain't the real fight
That's the only thing the media hypes
The real fight are these major corporations
Holding back
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
down
You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man
Eh yo, thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode
the line
They said that you kind
Might finish this in time
But only moment created was that Shot by Dame time from that three (swish)
Call me if you wish
No
a chance at all
He told me icons real name is vinny
Maybe when he's getting chased by a bunch of sweaty face record snakes
With chansaws and machete
Greatness has always been inside my name
This second nature this shit aint too major
Hope it’s in my favor I’m sending my prayers
I’m Tryna be greater
you the one I touch a mil with
This love came real quick it caught me by surprise real shit
Whenever you drop it low just know i'm coming fasho
And my
a prayer for all the real 1s
Its amazing grace
We turnt up in a major way
Salute me like Im major pain
This something you kan't take away
Honor amongst all
strapped with a tool
I was major payne with that
Si check yea thats right
Staten Island crazy rep
Learned to seal that water up like a fuckin' navy vet
Crazy
Look at you, no pleasure in creative thinking
Because you don't think creatively anymore
The real joy of being a human being
Is to be able to use
we sellin' units)
(We doin' real big AND we eatin', the whole plate)
The whole fuckin' plate man; ain't no cuts on this shit man
Ain't no middleman
Got the gang on lock and we never give a fuck
I'm a real ass shooter i don't drive by on the block
Manz got mad cuz I did that
Aye
Hating on the kid
it's hard
It's only first semester and I'm feeling like a jester
So to be a good investor, I have to drop my major
Major? That's a real game changer
What
an army with me
Blow them horns up in ya face like
1, 2
3, 3, 4
5, 6, 7 blaow
Uh yea
I Go by Ton'e Major, Major Gang
all made it Hard for me
Voice of the ghetto, so just know that this flow; ain't hard for me
Professional Artistry, ain't no major labels with major
my twins
At any league I do it major
Out here I'm feeling like Drake
A young nigga been
On his worst behaviour
Paper, paper
Grinding we getting this
breaks had to make a way
Taking major hits for some minor pay
Fuck niggas man they gone forever hate
But in this spot imma forever stay yellin' out
Fuck
This here is the story of a young player
Coming up from the minors tryna' do it major
He had the calling since way back like a pager
Now he's finally
the extras
Icy j have a icy day spread some love and light today
God body it's the righteous way we came by tonight to say
I'm major league you couldn't even
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