Lyrics:
fucked that bitch in my rick owens
But I paid a pretty penny so don't fuck em' up
AMG Benz
Look at my wrist
I paid a car note for this shit
Look at his
with a 40
Darth Vader red beam
VVS, I think it's gorgeous
Diamonds reflect in the lean
Counting some blue while I'm adding this green
I had lost
the jakes we on speed limit we gon drive back to hood,
They go out sad they mama’s mad cause we just up the score by two.
They wanna talk the talk they keep
but live like you got 9 lives
Fight like Mike Ty but at 55
Keep your head up to the sky
And fly like Bessie Coleman with strides like Jesse Owens
It's
Panama red, holdin' 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin' to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to business
We
You want to get it
Really? that's all I'm worth?
That's not what I was saying
You can tell by the purse that
I bought for your birthday
Okay, I never
Uhh I'm in the Wraith
Sippin' purple rain
Gotta go double cup
I can't spill I spent a K
Wanna be by myself
Ain't signing autographs today
Wanna be by
Astro
Bitch, I'm still a Don, I ain't feeling braggadocios
Taking Adderall, doctor double up my dosage
Codeine spillin' red, cause that's how I like
want get rich so i pack my stack
Bro got put in a pen fam was a drilla free up Razak
Where they trap is not safe
Hear the bell and they shouting jakes
I will make a way, get us through our darker days
Sorry if they call the jakes, this is all I got to say
Bridge-
By any means, say less say less
nobody 'cause they
Don't wanna hop on and get embarrassed by me
Yeah, fuck the jakes, fuck the law
Fuck the twelve, fuck the world, ayy
My brother told me
Walk in the building I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Getting chased by the jakes so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet I'm
on top of the world
This top boy gettin' top by your girl
Cause I been drippin' like I came wit a curl
I'm lane switchin' with a thing off of Turo
Rap wit
as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods
Noreaga(chorus)
Cuban connection,flexin,wilin,sippin crystal by the gallon ,Queens
stalion
(Royal Flush-No doubt)
Iced down medallions
(Royal Flush-What's it
your through
Nigga look too hard for smoke you get found by the tool
Oh, yea butchu' knew
Sip, red til I'm blue
Getting, head in the coop
On the block,
tasteful and dope like art done by Owen
Acab fasho yall
Believe in it
These pigs gon kill yo brothers n sisters American dream is it?
Ponder that last line
that hardly work, go to work
Like a slave on a hot day, with no water
Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up
Jakes that play hero,
jus slowly gettin clearer I aint stoppin them
New Mercedes ill be hoppin in
Need rick Owens on my feet how ill be rockin then
Pinstripe pants holdin
that's the risk that Ima take
Do the fucking crime and then we speed off from the fucking jakes
Why you pillow talk to bitches nigga I knew your ass was
when I thought all the movies were real
I miss my ouma sitting reading Danielle Steel
I miss the first childs play and Jurassic Park
I miss Jake
that shit played out
They gettin paid by Jake’s to rat em out
I want the police on my payroll
Like fuck the law we Rollin out
I can’t wait to see two
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
on track
Marathon as I Nip by passing the red flags
Got the bag and invest in shit we never had
Fields of hemp in Ghana we on the map
Gold coast cause we
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