Lyrics:
niggas don't get into that
Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? (They killin' it)
Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty
Hypnotizing like it's biggie back
Losing control like it's missy back
They wouldn't shoot me because I'm criminal
They would kill me 'cause I'm really black
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
myself call me the pioneer
Ain't no time for sleep make that crystal clear, threw that bitch a dollar told her keep it it's a souvenir
Smoke by the pound,
to strictly takin' over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a heroin fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
And hate them niggas like
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
jealin'
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a felon
Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when it's
you feel so dumb, ain't it?
He in these streets, these niggas livin' 'by gunplay
And you already know what's gon' be the outcome, ain't it?
My mama
to an island
Livin' comfortably (Drama still follows)
Harry Potter clip filled with
Deadly ass hollows
Bangin' out your trunk but it's
Not a Monte Carlo
Here's
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
or put my ass in a penitentiary
Preliminary hearings prosecutors and judges can kiss my ass cuz there is money to be made by the bunches so fuck it
I’m
Medellín with it
If you takin' my lick, I got felonies, nigga
Livin' like that when I fell in these systems
Real Hermés, what we sell in these trenches
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
(community gated)
Looked in the mirror like, "Nigga, you made it" (nigga we made it)
Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated
From robbin' and takin
niggas lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
hard, can't seem to get away from misery
Man, I tried so hard, will always be a victim of these streets
It ain't my fault 'cause I try to get away, but
hard, can't seem to get away from misery
Man, I tried so hard, will always be a victim of these streets
It ain't my fault 'cause I try to get away, but
hard, can't seem to get away from misery
Man, I tried so hard, will always be a victim of these streets
It ain't my fault 'cause I try to get away, but
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
niggas just really flodging
Pull up with the nine
They wanna take my life
Can't let 'em take me by surprise
Oh no no no no, no no no no
The streets talking
música de Harry Fraud)
I broke bread and shared plates with the niggas y'all call legends
Y'all too loud when you walk into rooms, it's all presence
these streets it's you and me
Takin' these fair penitentiary chances
Plus some real finances that'll (?) me and my fam to better circumstances
Rider
.JPG/300px-Varius_Manx_(2012).JPG "Varius Manx")
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