Lyrics:
you got me, bae, you got me, bae)
I'm steppin' out with shackles on my ankles (oh, bae, you got me, bae, you got me, bae)
You wonder why you turned me
But we're on the rooftop baby, with a boom box baby
And a couple more drinks'll get the truth out baby
Time to cool off baby, so we'll pool hop baby
(Paid)
I'm not leaving by the way (Way)
Hello world, namaste (Namaste)
I be on the come up with my whole team
I be in designer feeling cozy yeah
I just
Ha-ha-heeey
Boy, that's Tung Twista for ya
Comin at ya in 3d
Ha-ha-ha
??? funkier than that, boy
Check it out
Kick it again
My tongue is spinnin
I follow with
My fake cologne a Glock 19
I'm gon' spray 'em with that fragrance
16 in this magazine, we pull up, hop out
Then we chasin' hop in this whip
We
real mobties
If he play it's going down
Hit his block with a hunnid rounds
Been the one since I was a child
I'm going up they love my sound yeah
I've
dummy
I got niggas takin' packs, but it ain't no honey
I was in love with the streets, then we got a divorce
I got tired of fightin' cases, in and out
Momma was like, "Baby now, I hate to see your tears
But I been with your daddy for bout 35 years and in my day, I had to turn a blind eye to cheatin'
out alive (M-M-Maybach Music)
Horror stories, my mama made it through the Holocaust
Candle burnin', them people came to cut the power off
Full
So I know they gon hate
But when they with you
They gon ask if you could pay
I told em that ain't what it is
What you thank
I told my nigga delo
We gon
I got time on my hands/trying to be the greatest/magic for the lakers/Jordan wit the Bulls/Irving for 6’ers/food for thought every dream strarts with
know I'm -
I put my heart into this game going all out
I made a connection with my brudda when we falled out
I'm gonna keep wresting with this angel till
lil' Baby Joe and bring him to Valley Park
Them niggas out here who been killin', they don't know who they are
These niggas knowin' that we with it,
out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin' hard, don't let 'em see you weak
To all my niggas first time steppin' in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep
And you don't know me, I been doing this music for too long, you know that this shit is my dream
Shit my jam, but ain't no jelly
Fucking with me, you get
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
Skrt skrrt
She gave me so much brain Damn baby you a nerd
Then I fade away like my nick name dirk
Ain't get it out the dirt
But I still put in the work
say Dotty get her wetter
Lost my toss and got a Beretta
Hit pin, trigger, shit light as a feather
How the fuck these niggas
Think they steppin'? I was
being humble
Crossing over like I’m Irving, Swerving
In an out thems lanes
We are not the same Ali's perfect
Sorry that’s my conscious talking in 3rd
that Henny there's blur in my motions
Yeah
Out my body when I'm off the X
Out in Japan got me feeling like Dex
Up from the ashes I feel like I'm Fenix
swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby, if you wanted me then
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
a grip on your chick
She stay disrespecting herself
I got my hands on her hips she got her hands on my belt
I got in trouble a lot
I'm with it all ima thot
drink
So I pour up (pour up)
Here come the Zaza I roll up (bang)
We some real niggas
We live by the code
Fucking with 12;
Ain't no one (nah)
We from
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