Lyrics:
to the real, down the road of fulfillment
standing ovation, for orations, so delivered, last battle that he had, rappers dash for the door
one super fly, keep it
Golden soundwaves in my head
From the clock radio by my bed
And the Dansette on the floor
Nat King Cole and soul and roll out the door
Geno
money and spendin the grip
You see my shit payed for
So homeboy don't trip
I got it locked down
In the California state
From city to city, worldwide
I
testicles
Comin down to earth
N I'm lookin gruesome
Hey Houston got a problem
It's on the loose uh
crea 51
Calling 911
We done
Hope ya had fun
Or none
Time
Doors open up lights swing from every angle
I look above close my eyes then I whisper thank you
I hold everything I love within every motion
Walk in
(Mhmm, mhmm)
Frank Zulu The 3rd
What?
Yeah
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want to let us in (Whoa)
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want
this a sign cause I've been (dreaming bout' you)
You on your grind, so am I , so bby won't (you come through)
You leave ... mini peddles from the door
zone we drunk by nine thirty
We roam through your home and we holla at the kids
Yo give me that drink, make me wonder what I did
Ass down, my cash
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
Making my way through the last city
I read a sign that said welcome to Villedor
Yeah, this place a catastrophe
Surrounded by virals
But somehow
shotguns, you name it. All to try to save some of the last unspoiled virgin forest we have left anywhere in this country from being chopped down and turned
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
superhero
(Shazam)
Yah, now we running from the five-oh
Seven-one-eight, boy, they running from the five-oh
Three-oh-five, man, they running from
Clap you Once cause G's leave no
Witnesses clap twice out the door
Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep
Still music to drive-by and I'm N2
I can see!" Whoahaoaha-ahhhh!
One two three, it's the G-U-E
Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday
Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for
a hunnid five on the I in
My G 3 5
Cruisin round the city I aint
Ducking from law
Just looking for these bands
Im on the job
All I need is gas in the tank
the hood three times and fucked everybody's bitch twice
Mother fuckers talk about it but i live that pimp life
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I
been on this road with no one to guide me
That's why I took command, I live by me
Me, Swats, and Con in the whip just riding
Turn on the bangers now we
chinged in his cheek
Couldn't eat his dinner
Ratlin from the 9 is fast
But Eman from the 12 is quicker
I was pissed when I caught that nigga
I left my cab
"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
Why I live so wild"
"Here's what they think about cha"
"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3
and counting down the days
Now Ima count it for every dollar that's gone come my way
Never ran from no problems not even ran away
But if you got a problem you
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