Lyrics:
the truth, you got talent out the gazoo
When niggas first heard you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a legend but you damaged him too
So what if
chokin wild up in the fan's in oakland floatin swerving taking the dirty version
Between persion sippin burban brand new escursion messege
Salt kills
life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit
You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans?
I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen
Then I
is so dire
My game ranking will get higher
Never won by a damn wire
Doritos and Mountain Dew
I do this for you
360 no scope
Kill cam just so dope
You
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
it
You can't smoke for free
Beat my bitch backend so bad
She called the police
Bitch suck my dick for two hours
She got strong knees
Bitch, I buy a new
+Two Dope Boyz+
Spittin Organized Noize via microphone
Do you believe The Source gave only
Gave 4 and a half microphones
They shoulda gave that a classic
snooze and you lose nothing new brethren
Changing the rules cause we've been confused by all this trend setting
Asking for the real getting fake answers
My catalog so dope
Can't wait to see
The many new songs
Being made by me
Been getting this fire
Never stopping it be
Keep rising to the top
It be
and you
Chemtrails in the sky they doing flybys
Killing us like boyz n the hood doing drive bys
Covid wars better mask up
Cause their mission on the georgia
okay, we're not talking anyway
And I tried to understand
And I tried to hold your hand
But I can't keep up with all these new
Versions of you,
of the feeling, yeah
I'm dope, I'm dope
Kneel on our neck
Take our breath in light to see
We dope, we dope
So dope like we flow through your veins, hey
Choke
the video!" Neeah! So there! You wanna do it or not? I thought, "well....f'king I'm the new boy, and I
should do it really, it'll be a bit fun." And it was, it
1500, let's take 'em back
Yeah, Bigg Snoop Dogg hustle Boyz
You better check yo self before
The wreck yo self (yeah)
West Coast
So come
boy!
Dope boy wit' a guitar
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay
But that's OK, yea, that's alright! ya
I'm
to the next city
Riding wit' the dope boy!
Dope boy wit' a guitar
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay
But that's
feels free 'cause I got a taste of the holy place
(The holy place)
It was a
Reinvention
A new dimension
I learned some lessons by myself (Ah-ah)
through
I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
the show now
Ma hit so hot I lay down ten in a row
Gyeah I put it up as if I starting to grow now
City boyz say I got toolz, going up town I ain't got no
stuck in (CyHi)
Real gangsters don't wanna be in the streets
We just stuck out here 'cause we ain't got nothin', so pray for us
Yeah, no dope
good head and I like that about her
Young nash the retarded fool
I used to bring my pillow to the fucking high school
Call me 50 cuz I'm hated by many
smoke so much my brain is fried
Ferrari boyz and Ferrari toys
Pullin' up lookin' like the gotti boyz
Suicide paint, suicide rims
Suicide loud, I
left me in ruins
Im a new version now, who this
Bossed up, nobody knows what this cost us
I had to focus on music
I was so tired of losing, losing
Roll
shit
Blackout, can I live? Hell raiser, still feel me
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death,
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